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My bucket list was easy
Own my own orphanage
not yet
Own an animal farm
I have rescued nineteen dogs and twelve cats
Be a grandmother
I have ten grandchildren from 21 to 5
Live in the country
I live on six acres and can hear roosters
Goats live behind me
Two cows live next to me
Write for a newspaper
I have written for forty-two of them
Be a secretary
I have done this
Be a race car driver
You should see me drive to work
Play with children
I am an elementary school counselor
I did not know I would love these things, or I would have added them
to my bucket list: cartooning, painting, drawing, and writing poetry
I sincerely apologize if I seem curt.
I have a nail up my ass and it hurts.
My brat of a daughter pulled the trigger on my nailgun.
She'll be going to the wood shed for what she's done.
The nail that's up my ass is in there pretty deep.
The Proctologist laughed because he's a creep.
Since he was mean, I decided to be even meaner.
I grabbed my nailgun and put a nail in his wiener.
He got very angry and he raised his voice.
The nail is still up my ass so what I did wasn't a good choice.
This nail hurts like hell, it's like being stabbed with a knife.
I hope I don't have this nail up ass for the rest of my life.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
STOP
Barking.
The dogs are barking again.
It happens every night about the same time.
I think that is the exact hour, the man comes home…
from the bar.
He lost his job, because of drink.
He lost his job, because of drugs.
He lost his job, because of “fill in the excuse.”
He lost sight of what was important.
He cheated and he no longer cared.
In the morning, early… always…
At the crack of dawn!
His wife will come out with a cup of water.
It probably has ice in it.
The man is always mad, but moves to slow.
If it were not him last night and the night before,
riling up the dogs, and causing chaos?
Then, I should be worried.
Yet I am not. I am safe.
I have already done battle…
with this evil.
I should be concerned anyway.
I should take notice of my neighbor.
I should tell his wife I have seen the black eye,
I am aware of the fights…
if she is afraid…
is she afraid?
The dogs stopped barking.
It has been three days.
The man has a new job?
The woman left.
No one was there to pick up the call.
The officer left a message.
Striving for perfection comes with a price
so it's true the higher you climb the more unforgiving people become,
so I ask God let thy will be done not mines,
I too felt like I was in the garden of Gethsemane in my life time,
forced to make decisions about the people in it when their season was finished,
am I tripping. That's what they said,
and my actions obviously led them to believe that this wasn't supposed to happen,
kinda like how we who call ourselves believers or even devout saints
weren't suppose to let sin be the reason we relapsed. Cut out the Holier than thou act
truth is even those you idolize and pedestal are in rehab,
everyone is struggling with something,
so go ahead keep lying to yourself but note to self
the first step is acceptance, accepting that you are far from right with God, you went left.
Go ahead repent, what the Holy spirit does that non believers or atheist will never get
is that it shoots straight threw pride past your emotions and leaves a convicting spirit
with the fear in your soul where you finally can admit and say "I'm not right"
you see the biggest misconception about Christianity in the west,
is that if you accept Jesus as your Lord and saviour then everything this world,
these streets couldn't offer you he will and indeed bless you with the rest.
But here's the truth,
just because you came in class late you are not exempt from the test,
Hell, God made his self into a man,
and because he saw no end to our ancestors wickedness,
he deemed it necessary that the only way to redeem us was to give up himself for us.
Now I'm no preacher, I don't even go to church
so don't confuse me with any lay member, minister, or deacon just someone who kinda
knows the Holy script according to how the Catholic church saw fit to write it up.
but here's the message. How can you, a finite flawed human being compete with his
perfection, you can't, stop trying he knows this, so start shooting for progression.
Because no matter how good of a saint you try to be,
you can't buy your way into Heaven.
He paid the price you've been set free from bondage of the flesh.
You got what you didn't deserve,
he took what was coming to you and that's what we call grace.
So I guess my only other question to those who say only God can judge me,
without Christ Jesus how you plan to beat the case...
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the number of churches he attended?
Or the diapers he has changed
Is it the child he had to discipline
Or the one he constantly praised?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the hours he clocked in
Working for the Man
Is it the sacrifices he has made
Leaving callouses on his hands
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the times he said please and thank you
Or the birthdays he has missed
Is it the vows he's kept or broke
Or the women he has kissed?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the time spent doing hobbies
Or the hours watching TV
Is it the home he built for his family
Or the scars on his hands and knees?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the degrees hanging on his wall
Or the empty praise he got
Is it the knowledge that he gained
But then soon forgot?
The measure of a man
Is not what he says or does
It's not the money he amasses
Or the great deeds he thinks he's done.
The measure of a man is hidden
It is what he is at his core
The measure of a man can be anything
But the true meaning of a man is hidden
Deep in his very core
It is being true to himself
That he can be that much more!!!
A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet
sometimes straight
sometimes curvy
sometimes up
and sometimes down
but no matter which way it goes
colors displayed go from verdant shades to brown...
along the way mushrooms have sprouted their
white speckled tops over the red hood
and skunk cabbage
blooms
in an odoriferous kind of way
really
it is a most beautiful day -
this woodland path
holds many discoveries for the eye to see
if only one might take the time
to simply be
be one with natures abundance
as the time comes and goes
and as I walk along
there is a pond that from the shadows grows
so calm and so still
my woodland path
takes the edge of the cities chill.
cherilyn fry
contest: a woodland path
done: june 7th, 2011
Ahhh, Sunday
That just-don't-do-a-lot day
My I-don’t-give-a-jot day
Just-have-a-little-fun day
Batteries charged for Monday
A lie-in-bed-a-while day
A neighbour-with-a-smile day
An after-dinner-nap day
A kitten-on-your-lap day
A plan-that-went-awry day...
A get-the-washing-dry day
A cut-and-strim-the-lawn day
Wash-up-when-dinner’s-done day
A paint-that-ceiling-twice day
A long-walk-with-the-wife day
A chop-a-load-of-logs day
A better-bath-the-dogs day
A give-your-grandson-grins day
A just-take-out-the-bins day
This day that follows Saturday
This I’m-completely-shattered day!
Oh heck: Sunday.
Miles apart in the gleam, I believe her,
Upright on the porch, staring at the mighty above,
Her glassy eyes shimmering with a deceptive smile,
Her loose hair flowing like ocean waves.
Must she be seeing the moon similar as mine?
Our children lie in slumber deep,
Too young to grasp the storms we face.
Here I stand, lost in whispers of the dark,
Unformed, without any foresight.
Oh, my love! How will I ever repay those emotions?
The deepest depths no longer sting,
Perhaps the Almighty is a reconsideration away.
What have I done so horrendous,
For you to endure this?
My soul feels lost in its entirety.
Where a blink's separation takes us closer to certainty,
My beloved, forgive me for this single night of parting.
We played all night, in the lounge of our house,
We played a truth or dare,
We played the game of secrecies,
Our thoughts we had to share,
And the things that we had to answer,
Were innocent, tough and free,
We had to honestly answer questions like,
“What do you like about me?”
“Who is the best kisser you’ve kissed?”,
“Have you been Romeo’s Juliet?”,
And then some really personal ones like,
“What’s your most erotic regret?”
But the dares were the funnest bit of the game,
With things we’d not done before,
Like when I was dared to turn to you, and
Passionately kiss you on the rug on the floor.
And the other stuff we all did that night,
Under the charade of a dare,
Led to us all waking up in the morning,
With new secrets of our recent affair.
Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m alone and I’m afraid
I’ve made some mistakes
And the pain in my heart berates
Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m lost among unhappy thoughts
I’ve been left in a place of hurt
Where I don’t know how to behold
Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m going through some storms
The rain keeps pounding down on me
And the thunder blasts my serenity
Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m feeling uncertain in so many ways
Did I make the right choices and decisions?
Was I wrong to love someone so unconditionally?
Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m giving my heart to your hands
Please take it and accept it in your warmth
With another attempt at being who You would have
Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m reaching out for your sincere compassion
The assurance that I always will have You
Despite my worst ways of self deception
Lord, I need your help tonight
With all the grief and sorrow I’ve known
I want to give my best to You Lord
And never let You go without my heart
Lord, I need your help tonight
Where I’m going is still not known
I’m honestly praying “Thy Will be done”
Even though I may not want the answers!!