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Everything happens for a reason
Every road has layers beneath it
Layers built through disruption and destruction
Misfortune disguised as signs to quit
Roads are not meant to be straight
Often with emergency lanes for a reason
The farther a road the better its destination
Roads have signs to give us a beacon
With or without guidance, you’ll eventually arrive
Each wrong turn is one less potential mistake
Maybe your road is concrete or a dirt road
Maybe you’ll need to hit your break
Pit stops are part of life and often hidden treasures
Roads are often most enjoyed in pitch dark
Sometimes the best road is one unplanned
Remember, God does his greatest work in the dark
What do I want to write?
I think I will write about the seriousness of God
Does God want you to be serious?
In the same token, He will be serious with you
Do you keep your promises?
Do you do what you say?
We as humans are frailing creatures
We can try if we want to
But we can never be compared to God
We can never be measured up to God
Yet we think we are great
So just think how great God would be lol
So do you think God keeps His promises and does what He said?
It depends in the day, right? lol
Get it straight my friend
He keeps His promises in all kinds of days
We are the ones who fail Him
We are the ones who are whishy washy lol
But remember God is not like that
So if He puts in your spirit that He will do something for you
Trust that He would
He usually lets you know when He is about to do it
Yes He does announce
in His own way
We have to be sensitive to it
And we can never make God to do anything
So don't even try
Let Him come to you
He will do in His own sweet time haha
All you can do is wait my friend
Yes wait lol
Anyway that's enough about this subject that I want to say
So stay put and stay tuned
Be still, will ya
"Matter" itself is "Transformed";Therefore"Immortality""Exist" in "Some kind of "Transformation"! Matter is "Never Destroyed"! Matter is "Transformed"! Anti-Matter" is "Transformed"!!! "There is factually a "Transformation" in "The Animate",and in "The Inanimate";Therefore "Immortality" does exist!!!!! No"One" or "Nothing" itself can "Hide" from "The Matter" or "Anti-Matter" "Creator"!!!! Matter exist,and Anti-Matter exist to remind us all of "Immortality"!"Black Holes" and ,"White Holes" exist! "Holy"! Holy Exist! Immortality resides in "Transformation" that does "Exist"whether it be "Matter" or Matter not while we realize that "Matter " does exist! Matterless is a word but "Matterlless" does not "Exist"!!!!
Morning Sunshine
Clouds all a’ scatter, the greyest of views
Drizzle does tickle the ground
Willows are weeping amidst early gloom
Solemn this place to be found
Chipmunks now scurry to hide in their den
Songbirds stay silent away
Butterfly tear drops now longing to end
Till you awaken this day
Then the horizon a whispering sight
Ribbons of cellophane gold
Trinkets of beams form an early delight
Frowns soon to be put on hold
Outside my window now beckoning me
And in my heart so divine
Shimmering happiness, beauty I see
You are my morning sunshine
Good morning Soupers
World of violence
As the morning slowly breaks
and, daylight in fil trates...
I feel,
the sunshine- burn away the grey
I feel,
the dawning, of a brand new day
I wish, the clouds would
confiscate the rain...
ease the pain ...
as I awaken,
to a world of violence.
In a world not far away
another bullet pen e trates...
another,
black soul it takes
Did you hear his cries...
for mercy?
Will his words be heard by...
the jury?
Or,
is justice, controlled by
the hand with the gun?
Answers...no one!
Can't we just stop...
the violence?
They say human nature hates...
so just surrender to the fates
so...does that mean it's too late?
Why is it so hard for us
to be kind?
Is this the end of
humankind?
Or, Is it true...
that only the strong survive?
Or is it better...
having God on our side?
Aren't you tired of this world of violence?
I am.
John Derek Hamilton
November 09, 2018
Those drops, like tears from heaven, fall this dreary day;
I see the puddles forming, dimpled with the rain.
And with no sun or sky of blue, my heart does play
with sadness while my mood reflects my inner pain.
Rain puddles shimmer 'neath the sky of smoky black
reflecting somber visions of the world around;
of muted grays and washed-out blues that soon bring back
those memories of heartache that play lost and found.
Amazing, how a gray and rainy day can bring
a sorrow from my heart to rise and hurt anew.
Contagious is the dreariness that seeps and clings
when rainy days convey their darkness there in view.
Oh, rain-filled skies, your gloomy time is surely short
with all the solemn thoughts you somehow bring to me,
for soon the bright sunshine will dry up your support,
and make me smile once more as raindrops set me free.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Strand Select 1
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/15/2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Rain
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 08/15/2016
Iambic Hexameter: 12 syllables, 6 feet per line.
12/2/2023
Oh, the excruciating job of finding
a comfortable pair of shoes!
And why do we fall asleep so darn
early at night?
Driving after sundown is a fright!
Hey, gravity, stop pulling on my face!
There's a younger man I wish to date!
Desiring to dance like a sexy Sambista,
but why does sitting seem to be my fate.
Can you please help me bring the those
groceries in?
Stop staring at me~that's really no sin.
By the way, what's my cousin's phone
number, I cannot recall.
Seniors to God, are close and very dear.
What's that you said, my dear?
So sorry, I cannot hear!
Flowers and Butterflies when looked upon brightens the days and nights in our daily lives through our eyes. Flowers and Butterflies causes us to experience beautiful vibes that helps keep our Spirits alive. Children can become wise as they look upon Flowers and Butterflies! Flowers and Butterflies soothes the mind and pleases the eyes. Wise ,wise: It is wise to look upon Flowers and Butterflies. Flowers and Butterflies are beautiful and lets us see some of the beauty that God beholds with his eyes in our Human eyes. There is pleasure and it is wise to look upon flowers and Butterflies. Tip toe through the Tullips with me.We can see Flowers and Butterflies when we tip toe through the Tullips and become Romeo and Juliet! We can be healed inside when we mediate on Flowers and Butterflies. Can you feel those vibes meditating on Flowers and Butterflies? Daisys brighten our lives and we realize that the dead seem to be alive pushing up Daisys from down below the surface of the Earth: That function has some kind of worth. Does The Holy Bible tell us so? Flowers and Butterflies can brighten the light that does exist in The Minds Eye! We will understand it bye and bye. That is no lie.I think it is good to be healthy wealthy and wise and enjoy some of God's creation and share and care and see what is good for the rich and the boys and girls in the hood: We could if we just would. Flowers and Butterflies are good for any eyes that can see whether it be human animal angel or anything alive like you and me.We need pleasure no matter whom you are or who you may be! God is wise.Butterflies fly to Flowers and Flowers give and that helps the Butterflies and the Flowers to continue to live: They both take and they both give!
Rocks
There are rocks of every color, shape and size.
The ones that fall from the sky, they flatten you.
Not really expecting it,
caught off guard,
“Bamb!”
You have no partner. Did you ever have one?
When did they really leave?
Why didn’t you stop them?
Why don’t you tell them to stop now?
The apartment is not the house.
The new neighbors are angry at the kids.
Autism and noise are friends.
The landlord may not let us stay.
Where will we go?
You sold my car, and told me I needed this one.
It does not run well, and sometimes we walk.
You said you needed the good one for work.
“Looks” are everything.
Peacock! (my friend spit the word out, at lunch)
Food stamps, little books or cards that say; your poor.
The looks people give you at the store.
I want to eat everything.
I feel fat.
I am fat.
need…
Silence over the winds
Winds that bring friends and family
Winds of change
My abrupt and shocking anger, dismay,
My meandering melancholy
Gives white water to the laughter
The rising wave of jokes and memories, recasted
With action over a vast sea
Much larger than the mind-pond
That can only produce as quick as it
Can appreciate time, scold time,
Rebuke the clock
With plans devised to race against, to find
Your own little corner on the train of our lives--
That moves, and moves...
With a pillow over our head it moves and moves
Wishing to be somewhere else how it rolls and roams
Standing still in a hallway reminiscent of faces here and then
It tries to remind you that you and it were once friends...
If you were once than you are now
Because time does move, but never away from you
Time is you
As you strive to make your best
Through all winds,
Through all currents,
You roaming, blameless love train.