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When my best friend from junior high betrayed me, I felt like
a mighty bird flying high on friendship’s wings that had just got shot down
by a poisonous dart, which pierced my heart. But a Phoenix, I'd rise up.
I felt like a soldier as I marched the half-block to my "friend's" house.
Any trepidation I’d been feeling was replaced by indignation.
How dare she let my enemy listen in on our private phone call,
egging me on to say things that would make me seem the villain.
At our school was a girl with the reputation of a very nasty girl.
She’d even challenged me one time to a fight at the park after school.
I’d felt that day like a sheep being led to slaughter, trying to be brave
but filled with relief when that mean girl did not even show up for the fight.
My best friend had allowed this awful girl for some strange reason
to listen in as I talked about my best friend’s brother Danny,
a boy that my foe and I both had crushes on. Toward the end of our chat,
I shared my opinion on my foe, who let a holler loose; I knew she'd heard all!
Now I stood at my so-called friend’s door – to let her know I’d not be mocked.
My foe who had cursed me on the phone a short while ago was in hiding.
She never did come out! I felt like a lioness, ready to pounce!
My words were my sword as I put aside my usual passiveness, and I roared!
Feb. 12, 2023
for the "I Felt Like Poetry Contest" of Charles Messina
Journey To The Calm
People populated in the millions, then came billions
A collective sound pounds in the head relentlessly
The ruckus became too much
As lands filled up with every kind of thing
There, waiting for trumpets to awaken the transformation
To answer questions never posed
Sun turned up to circulate the news about the truth
Moon too gave way to rotate around this matter
That; empty space is inherently cold, void and without voice
From it, science and technology burst forth
Matter inevitably takes its course
Building on the forces of the past, a matter of creation
There came complexities to make us whole
Thousands of machines with noises whirring loud
Cogs and gears whipped into a frenzied speed
Turmoil followed developments departure
Gravity became the enemy, could not hold on, to either side
The Plenum filled in the emptiness, a cacophony of noise
All things from atoms to large particles delighted
To occupy the holes that once were empty
As more things arrive, with void subsiding, at rapid pace
Then, in a sudden change in growth
Objects and machines decreased in numbers in the realm
Declined, abated, subtracted on a dime
The noise was deafening as the emptiness set in
Then! Just as it had started, it all came to an end
The air turned still and solid from surrounding boundaries
To collectively gather back from where it came
Follow nature quietly into a silent grave
To fill in what was forgot and what was not
Every day new energy had evolved at a rapid pace
Filled in the empty parts of space
Trillions turned into billions, into hundreds, into tens and then no more
People went away as well
Not one person left upon a throne or chair
To stare out to the wonderment once there
Now the sound of meditation cannot be heard
Not one single syllable or word
Utter silence appears in great abundance
And with it more emptiness abounds… evolving into calm
Parents so proud four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland in the pre-war days
On their crofts they worked morning till night
Unknown to them then of a future fight
The Germans have invaded a country so free
Poland was taken, the world shaken visually
Britain declares war as our men enlist
To rid the enemy as the fighting shifts
Europe's engulfed in a feverish war
Many are dying to comprehend what for
Four brothers sign up to fight
Soon a mother will pray every night
Campaigns they fight in, these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors never seen before
In their garden at home on the family crofts
Lies a bed of roses with petals so soft
Then one day with a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red in deathly stance
Their mother turns to the gate she looks
Telegram in hand from the postman she took
With trembling hands she opens with care
Upon reading the message in tear laden stare
Their eldest son in Africa was lost
As many many others deaths global cost
Every day as she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom her tomorrow's fear grows.
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This is a time in human history that we have never been before. The enemy, the violent storm is before us. However, we must remember who we are and who’s we are through Christ Jesus.
Each of us God has given authority over the enemy’s camp. We must pull together no matter what denomination, we must put our trust in God. He said for us to trust in Him will all our hearts, leaning not to our own understanding, in all our ways acknowledge Him and He will direct our paths. He has said, His words have gone out of His mouth and it will not come back to Him void, they will accomplish what He sent them out to do. The enemy of our lives is the one sending out this COVID-19, but God has sent out His cure and peace (John 14:27/ 3John 2). We must believe what His word says or all will be lost.
God also said that “The heavens belong to the LORD, but the earth He has given to the children of men.” (Psalm 115:15-16)
I am only one of many voices which are calling out in the name of Jesus that we should continue to spread the word of faith throughout our denominations and throughout the part of the world He has allowed us to reach whether small or large and must do it with confidence (1John 5:14-15).
May God through Christ Jesus bless you and may we continue to come before His throne of grace and obtain mercy and find grace in this time of need (Hebrew 4:16). Amen
With His Love to you,
Minister of Communication/Encouragement Counseling
Gunner
What has woken you, Gunner? What is it you hear?
Can you sense the beat of heavy engines drawing near?
There’s been no alert, Gunner, the lads are all at ease.
But you know something’s up, don’t you? Won’t you tell us please?
I heard that little growl, Gunner, low and in your chest.
Is the time right now, Gunner? Should we end our rest?
You’re straining at the sky now Gunner. What is it you see?
A skein of passing geese, or our dreaded enemy?
I see your hackles raised Gunner, it’s time to ring the bell.
The other guns will follow suit, they trust your instincts well.
The crews are all closed up, Gunner, before the siren’s wail,
We all know you were right from the twitching of your tail.
There they are above, Gunner, just like your growl predicted,
And thanks to you, we’ve limited the damage they’ve inflicted.
The enemy has fled, Gunner, they’ve turned around and run.
Now go and get your well-earned rest, underneath our gun.
Sending out a signal to all involved. We need to set a meeting for the parts that go AWOL. My subconscious has been running me tirelessly, without even thinking of asking consciousness to intervene. My preconscious, must be on an endless unauthorized leave, allowing my sub to lead. So I then am left with an outdated, broken tape recorder replaying only the untruths about me, with no ending seen. It all started the very first moment I swallowed a negative self- thought allowing it to breed, birthing a recording of only the bad in me. Which I to revert to when I am in need. This tape was an enemy, who I allowed to befriend the most precious and delicate parts of me. It was false reassuring messages I would keep on repeat, because I never allowed anything positive for my memory to keep. I didn’t know I had the ability to stop these old lies from ruminating endlessly in my mind. I never believed anything then what I felt on the inside. Sadly that was infected and infested from all the years of being angry, bitter, full of self -resentment and traumatic triggers. I wanted to have a meeting to show my thanks, but to also reclaim my life and insert a new tape. This one will host my preconscious state. I learned my lesson, so I won’t hit record unless the message recorded plays how capable and worthy I am for everything that comes my way. I am strong, I am light, I am blessed to live life. I am love, I feel love, I am alive on the inside. This meeting is complete , hope the message was received, subconscious you no longer need to be the lead. I need you but, you need new programing. Minutes entered, have a great day. Remember think, process then react accordingly.
Oh, I ask, is it my appearance or rather to say my looks,
Or is it my stature that has gone according to the book.
I wonder if it’s my age or demeanor,
that has made older people so much meaner.
I call upon my brethren and I ask,
is not this rule that was placed upon our mentality such a burden.
Many our age overlook this rule,
and their new best friend ends up being a warden.
Now I never know if I’m truly wrong or right,
because thou answer of an oldster always makes them look like a knight.
They infinitely compare us to one another,
not knowing how it’s so much of a bother.
Hold on to reality a little longer,
and do not let man become your enemy.
For we don't have all eternity to confine all these things internally.
They are just exclusive weapons to bring about our downfall.
Beyond her scars she is an overcomer
who had withstood every javelin
the enemy had pierced
against her since the day she was born
Beyond her scars she is a conquerer
who never allowed her wounds
she suffered in the flaming fires of
disabilities, anxieties, insecurities,
toxic friendships, abandonment
and societal pressures
to keep her from striving and
perservering to fulfill her God given destiny
Beyond her scars she is a queen
and the daughter of the eternal King
who no longer defines her by the scars
that are tattered upon her dark toned skin
but a victor whose scars are covered
in the bandages of his everlasting grace
where she is now forever at rest
at the comfort of his eternal bedside
The milky fog of an afternoon glass
Seeps through deep trenches
Amongst the rubble lies a reflection
Mystified and vaporised with poppies all around
Golden ichor is not for the faint of heart
A bomb fired years ago
Finds itself down your throat ten years after
The everlasting headache always soothes
But spirals infinitely till it reminds
Of the glasses smashed
And screams that crashed
Of the men who thrashed
With there guts all bashed
Shots send shivers down your spine
And in so little time a firework becomes a mine
The engine of a car is the tread of a tank
One more blowout and you’ll forget your rank
What friends are friends who forget names at a sip
They are the ones who remember the most
But must force a drill to there brain
To forget all that happened and make nothing new
It’s the golden syrup of gods that gives impermanent healing powers
If only it was had during the metal rain
If only you didn’t look in the eyes of the greatest pain
For now the soul of death lives within you
It will create the headache which you drown
It will tell you that you wear a crown
It will tell you to suck the life out of a glass
For it will thrive at all the power it has
Please remember the heroes you fought for
There blood drained with no gold at all
The enemy is not there to conquer you
But to show to you that you still stand tall
Oh, enemy
Who’s fighting me
Whoever you might be
Know now that all your schemes shall fail
You’ll never conquer me
My Savior’s near
And I won’t fear
No matter what I see
Although you try to chain me down
My Savior’s set me free
In any night
In any fight
‘Fore any foe or dart
You have no power over me
My King shall guard my heart
And though you say
There is no way
That I shall e’er succeed
My God works wondrous miracles
He’ll give me all I need
My hope is real
And you can’t steal
My peace, my hopeful spark
They’re blessings straight from God; how bright
They are when days are dark
Although you fight
To quench my light
My light shall yet remain
My joy and light are from my King
Eternal is His reign
For all your schemes
To slay my dreams
Shall make my faith more strong
They make me love my Savior more
Add power to my song
And if you try
To make me die
“My King arose!” I’ll sing
“Oh grave, where is your victory?
Oh death, where is your sting?”
And if in life
There must be strife
There must be grief and pain
The One in Whom I have believed
Will turn it for my gain
And I will fight
For what is right
I’ll pay whatever price
The chance to love and serve my King
Is worth the sacrifice