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This life has many different phases and faces
As you navigate the intricate phases and faces of life,
And life gets off the hook,
And decides to downgrade you, upgrade yourself and your life with Jesus
When life gives you thumbs down, high five yourself and your life with Jesus
When life backs you up against the ropes and keeps pounding away relentlessly at your defenseless body,
Be sure to dope a rope yourself and your life with Jesus
If life low blows you and knocks you down,
Be sure to beat the count of ten with Jesus
This life has many different phases and faces
So, if life gives you a dirty slap on your right cheek,
Be sure to turn the other cheek with the love of God
When life tells you to back out,
Tell life you are surging forward with Jesus
When life says you are a low life,
High life yourself and your life in Jesus
If life serves you bitter lemon
Sprite and seven up yourself and your life with Jesus
Life has many phases and faces,
So, if life bad mouths you, sweet mouth your life and yourself with Jesus
When life disrespects you, respect, express and emersh yourself and your life in Christ Jesus
If life dishonours you, make yourself and your life honorable in Christ Jesus
When life minimizes you, maximize yourself and your life in Christ Jesus
Life has many phases and faces,
So, when life says you are dead and finished,
Tell life that "you are Born Again in Christ Jesus."
I set the stage for tropical romance;
among my rocks have sirens’ songs been sung.
Yet some who dare to traverse my expanse
into the briny depths of me are flung.
Inconstant as the sun that comes and goes,
I’m calm as windless day or still of night;
then furious as hurricanes that blow.
You cannot know my mind nor guess my might.
By ancients I was feared and deified,
and still two thirds of all the earth I rule!
Let humans learn the ebb of every tide,
but he who disrespects me is a fool.
The plight of humankind will be its worst
when I and land for sins of man are cursed.
Imagine you’re alone and there’s nobody who cares
everyone disrespects and treats you unfair
you’re emotionally crushed
living a nightmare
slandered and helpless
no one anywhere
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
Bosses bullied now you’re sacked
losing all your friends at work
your friends still believe it’s all crap
can’t explain you going berserk
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
Unaware you loved working that job
unaware you were targeted by the boss
months you suffered while friends scoffed
still unaware of what you lost
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
I screamed out a cry for help
which nobody took serious
and there I was stuck in hell
ahead of me disastrous
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
In their refusal was disrespect
a “usual” annoyance
my cry a cry they expect
a useless nuisance
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
My friends this says a lot about me
and everything about you
realised eventually what did you do
made out that you were loyal and true
..... and I just went funny one day,
you’re the victim accused in this poem
bad things about you that I say
a lack of love is all I’m knowing
my whole life this way
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
That story you tell of me has surprises
I nicked your bike but I was in Cyprus
saying I’m the one a storyteller
I’m the image in your mirror
Now accuse me of stories too
cry and moan while someone comes through
deal with it like I could never do
then make out you’re the better man too.
To the reader imagining
now imagine you're not imagining
and this is your life
7/2/20
When Solar Flares
Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature
For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case
No matter what your rules might indicate
A certain fate awaits
Space between all atoms is enormous
The reason we don’t walk through walls
Or fall through floors is not magic
Atoms don’t hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space
It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces
That keeps the universe in place
When sun’s highways of solar flares, stream in channels
Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine
When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes
Suns don’t have our mind
They seem to stray in more than one direction
Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth
When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures
Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it
Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth
Get out bongo drums
Tap text messages to your friends
Did you ever see me as I was
did you know I could swim that deep,
sink through the dark
and still come back carrying you?
I lay beside you, surrounded by hope,
thinking, darling, I do.
Then came the flash
rage like lightning
and everything I wanted was stripped away.
A kiss on a staircase.
Absolute disrespect.
Think on that.
Living in a world where you saved him
makes my chest cave in,
makes me want to tear the fabric of the sky.
You burned me twice.
Each time, through someone close.
I proposed in front of him.
The Da Vinci lock matching keys.
I meant eternity.
You opened it… and walked away.
You must have hated me deeply
to do that.
Say what you want about me
I could never have done that to you.
You chose him over me.
No detective alive could dispute it.
I bettered myself, yes
but there is a place in my mind
that knows this truth:
when someone disrespects you like that,
they don’t just hurt you
they grind you into dust
and laugh.
All I asked was that you try.
You didn’t even turn away.
Listen not to what someone says
words are easy, often honest
but watch their actions.
Intent lives there.
I’m sorry, kids.
Some things people do to each other
are quietly evil.
I couldn’t destroy her
I loved her too much.
I couldn’t take revenge on him
because then there would never have been us.
That knowledge gnaws at the back of the mind.
Still, I’m grateful I loved you.
I’ll love you forever and a day,
no matter how deeply you wounded me
because you felt like home.
But when that home burned,
you didn’t help rebuild it.
You expected me to do it alone.
That isn’t partnership.
That isn’t shaking hands
or keeping promises.
A word is all a person truly owns.
I thought I gave mine.
I never took yours.
My children
just know this:
this is what it looks like
when a man is broken
by wars, roads, snakes, betrayal
and when the one ring you need most
is taken,
your home defiled,
your hands tied
by someone who said they’d try
and lied.
I’m sorry.
Something in me died.
I am here
In a different time and place
In which tears of joy of one
Unfolds the tears of discrimination of another
Such a cruel and beautiful place
This world can be
Such happiness and melancholy
It can cause
To trade the laughter of a hundreds
With the wretchedness of one
Is such an unpardonable sin
Where love is such a misguided emotion
And jokes just become an exotic offence
And people no longer go by the principle of respect
Where habits and manners become the past tense of an old lifetime
Where everyone says such things as
“No one loves you”
Where every low- life disrespects an ordinary
Where people who cry and weep
Are the people that speak of fact?
And people that are strong and rarely do they weep
Are the bad?
Nonsense after Nonsense
Sanity Losing Sanity
World decreasing in faith
Word becomes worthless
And I sit here
And I am to blamed
Of things that do not cause any shame
I am here, sitting and receiving offences
Of people who their duty is to love? To care?
Such an ironic place this world has become
Such a spell of loathing is cast upon us
And we, who fight are in this spell
To be condemned
Who am I really? Who does everyone think I am, and what do they think I’m really like? Do I even know? Stay tunnnnned.
I was a newborn in ‘49 in a home within a mile of Highway 49
There was no doctor; but a midwife arrived on time, nice and kind.
My weight was 10 lbs.; and I have reached 165 in 66 years of time.
I didn’t go astray; and I’ve done my best to walk the narrow line.
Old people said, “Be good so you don’t go where the sun don’t shine.
Anyway I respect everyone, and I serve notice on any who disrespects me.
O I have over time exceeded the speed limits, and ran a few stop signs.
My folks attended a Church in the neighborhood known as True Vine.
I’m not perfect, but I’ve never been accused of being a liar or hypocrite.
People called me “a good boy” when I was a kid growing up.
But there was always something inside the me that they could never see.
They never knew the deprived, the denied, and the underprivileged me.
My grandma was my best friend who taught me love; and man she was tough.
My next best friend came along when daddy gave me Jack, my first little pup.
He was the best, boldest, fastest, and loved to ride in daddy’s pickup truck.
By grace I’ve done good like we all should, and never committed a crime.
I don’t smoke, drink, or dope; but I’m a sinner saved by God’s grace alone.
I believe in forgiveness and not “an eye for an eye”; but please don’t ignore me.
04012016 PS Contest, Who Are You?, by Catie Lindsey
Recy Taylor was assaulted
then threatened to be killed
she was told to be silent
but that was not her will
instead she spoke up
she challenged the racial status quo
she demanded accountability
yet justice did not show
but 11 years later along came
another Black Queen
who refused to be silent
who demanded to be seen
for when one Queen stands, another can rise
and when Black women stand for their rights
no need to act surprised
for we rise with purpose to clear pathways
we rise to forge bridges that will uphold
those battles coming another day
Vashti said no, to being exploited by her King
she refuse to be exhibited as any man's play thing
she was not about to be displayed
in a wine drenched den of iniquity
she stood her ground and wouldn't back down.
she kept her dignity
she was in the palace fostering communities
among her sisters
she was pouring into them
teaching them to be feminine resisters
her no, was necessary considering her situation
as you don't have to say yes to everything
which can cause you complications
sisters, we are doing too much
and we need to slow it down
It's okay to say no.
yes, it's okay to stand your ground
we need to take off the weight
and stop always saying yes
we need the comprehend
and to learn to do what for us is best
Vashti's no set the stage
for all womankind
she said no to give permission
to every woman coming behind
For such a time as this
a love that's diminishes
is not a love that deserves our devotion
and for the King to ask her to walk around naked
was nothing more than demotion
because a love that's silences
a love that disrespects,
a love that tears us down
It's not a love that's strengthens us
nor love that's deep or profound
Vashti said no to a system
that denied her self-worth
she refused to participate in the system
that has dismissed her since her birth
Yes, Black Queens are qualified
but are always devalued and depreciated
they take our talent, they take our accomplishments,
yet we're never truly elevated
but God rises up Black woman
yes He elevates Black Queens
and we will stand.
we will command
and make sure we are seen
for when one Queen stands, another can rise