Long Exerting Poems
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Choose your destiny, but your destination has already been prepared
you have only to follow the light of truth, with no cause to be scared
mercy is given to the merciful, and only in the land of the living
after returning to your heavenly abode, there is no longer forgiving
Know that the place to mend is here, and the time to achieve is now
passing into the world of souls, correction they will no longer allow
our personality traits are in need of repair, we must dig very deep below
if we fail to improve the error of our ways, forever will we remain low
Three things, jealousy, lust and honor remove us from this world
struggles of the body and duties of the soul, to us has this been hurled
we do not have the choice to desist from exerting our efforts, this is a must
heavenly eyes are watching, whether we will choose wisely and learn to trust
Encountering life’s trials and tribulations, mitigating circumstances they will weigh
what is required of us is to withstand, but for the right results we must surely pray
like in human affairs, judge your neighbor favorably is the correct way to go
becoming entangled in the net of gossip and slander, from them does sin flow
This world is the place where we are expected to toil, that is why we were created
at the end of this journey, we will finally see just how everything was interrelated
a person’s face in the image of G-d was he created, and yet we embarrass him so
his face turns red as he wishes himself dead, we have murdered him we must know
Those that lower themselves in this world, in the next they will be raised up high
everything is revealed, and for all the good you’ve done forgiveness you can rely
He neither sleeps not slumbers, throughout our lives G-d does patiently await
our shortcomings are no secret, despite our mistakes His love will never abate
The day is short and the work is great, consider your obligations the hour is late
how important it is to take stock, our destiny is ours and we control our own fate
suffice it to say when all else has passed, one thing alone remains to be said
look forward to what you acquired, eternal happiness, for you alone lies ahead
Law began by living,
locomotion meeting the rails of electric rainfall,
Consequence coursing through interconnected crossbeams
making all form fruit of the first & final recipe,
one great statute spawned from the storm
billowing from Divinity's genius,
everything in the Universe existing to produce,
get busy, get bounce'n, grow wild & now,
receive with wisdom and take as thieves humbled by offering,
the original impulse from a manic God
pregnant from androgonous purpose,
a trillion movements in a single start, a fanatic for feral smarts,
stagnation anethema to the spectacular suspense of survival,
Natural Rights were for me
the moment my blood became mine, became a wet warlord
exerting presence in the wide open wrestle of Universe,
God the shadow & weight of my spark,
the window & scene of my good gumption, of my dusty dream,
self defense a mandate from the magistrate of my heritage,
freedom of expression an obligation humming from ancestors'
anniverseries applauded along the Appain Way headed
not towards Rome but forward to a higher home of honor,
a Law unto myself I am,
eating from the spines of lions,
sleeping atop pyramids built by a billion bones unbroken by battle,
afternoons auction affection for my amusement with discount
and the nights nudge nightmares asunder
with the release of red lightning
spelling the name of Creation in raw neon, breathtaking breakdown,
a script scribbled by a hand having the blueprint of dirt in it's fingernails,
I appeal to Adam, attest in favor of aggression's willpower,
to Eve I beseech, testify to the severity & sanction of self confidence,
let us smash all false law that stands as a wall to our fulfillment,
smack the eggshell of Man's authoritarian angst,
waking into a world of wakeful worries, confined by Common Law, U.C.C.,
walking through waves ment to wreck the arrogant
with a constitution inked by nerves electrified
by entertaining the urgency of a rampaging God,
thought of the great expanse thumping thoroughly through
the expeditions my expectations encounter,
black static undulating around the blue bulb of my brain,
sparks of ultimate consciousness mothering marks of miracles
in the becoming of birthright,
J.A.B.
God be praised and thanked for our Dad, Mr. Roberto B. Agustin whom the Lord called to His glory on January 2, 2019. Likewise, we thank all those who prayed for us, and for those supported and upheld us morally, spiritually, and financially. May the Lord continually bless you.
Responsible father* are you, Dad; reliable, and really loving...
Optimizing your best to give us, your children, life's grand opportunities
Blessed are we to have you as the almighty Lord's gift to us...
Earnestly exerting all efforts to enrich our individual qualities
Ready always to reach out to our cares as well as to meet our needs
Thankfulness to God fills us while we express our gratefulness to you
Our joyous commendation with love is unto you for fulfilling your roles well!!!
Assured are we of good future by your great fatherly leadership
Gracious words, guiding hands, governing counsels you freely grant
Unconditional is your concern for us; unwavering is your support...
Steadfast help, strong guardian, sincere provider are you of our home
Truly upholding our family with your moral-spiritual values
Influencing and inspiring us toward virtuous living thru your example
Nurtured in our hearts will you be as we praise the heavenly FATHER for you!!!
*Proverbs 23:24 The father of the righteous shall greatly rejoice: and he that begetteth a wise child shall have joy of him.
December 27, 2018
Edited on January 14, 2019
3rd place, "Your Interpretation of What Love Is" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 1/15/2019.
I just finished flipping the calendar to March
I keep a paper one hanging on my kitchen wall
despite everything being digital
I’m old school some would say
How is it each day I’m at work every minute I'm there
passes like an old woman with a walker running a marathon
while months and years fly by like fighter jets breaking the sound barrier
Life is like that ride at the amusement park shaped like a silo that spins
slowly at first, the velocity incrementally increasing
until the world becomes a blur
finding yourself pressed against the wall by an unseen force
unable to move a muscle without exerting extreme effort
My birthday is a little more than two months away
I don’t feel old or look anything like I imagined (and feared) I would
when I was in my early twenties and forty seemed like such an ancient age
I'm older than my parents were when they became grandparents
making my entrance into this world when they were only teenagers
in the early hours of that late May morning
I was a bit older though too young as well
when I took up the mantle of mother
When you have no hope you cling to anyone that pays attention
in order to feel you have any worth
that you matter to someone even if only for a few precious minutes
I’m reminded of men I’ve seen who are likely in their sixties
their silver hair, if they have any at all, blowing in the wind
as they race down the road behind the wheel
of a brand new expensive sports car they had aspired to own
since they were sixteen but can only now afford to buy
who will soon find themselves waking up to the fact
that some dreams left unfulfilled for too long grow stale
realizing it isn't the thrill it would have been back then
when women would have paid equal attention to both car and driver
each complimenting the other instead of such a stark contrast
reselling it a year or two later concluding it’s not worth the expense
investing those funds in a pre-paid funeral and life insurance
For Your work, my God, that calls for my best sacrifice
I present myself by Your mercy every time I arise
Overcoming idleness of futile exercise.
In fulfilling my tasks with Your guidance, surely wise...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, my Master, that demands my full responsibility
I submit myself, thanking Your salvation-security
Refraining from indulging in laxity.
In exerting my efforts while doing Your entrusted duty...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, My Creator, that increases my eternal treasure
I yield myself, so I can be diligent midst labor-measure
Prevailing over worldly pressure.
In performing my roles with Your power’s enclosure...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, my Saviour, that deters my earthly toil-anguish
I humble myself midst temptations that make me languish
Abiding in biblical standards I, by Your grace, distinguish.
In shining to reflect Your light no one could extinguish...
Here am I, Lord*.
*Acts 9:10 ... Behold, I am here, Lord.
September 5, 2018
Though rather tepid,
this aspect of my life,
I coon sitter tubby cool
and hoop fully ye
(unknown reader
will quickly warm)
e'en if thee option
to stay abed
might cuz ya to drool
though this re: son hubble
mister rhyme stir
(in this instance) enjoyably
playing the role
of "FAKE" fool
barely breaking a cerebral sweat,
sans minimally exerting
mine mental capacity,
(which got set
to cruise control)
luxuriating at exemption, space/
time continuum junction,
and option to arise
whenever I want, joyfully cries,
sans this pleasure to exercise
allowance to avoid "rat race,"
(though mine circadian
rhythm usually jostles
me (Joe Cur)
awake mid morning,
when dream state flies
away Chuck Norris lies,
no explanation to include
above name sake),
this will be my oh
chew weary,
boot before thy demise
lemme summarily apprise
circumstances (moost NOT
envied by other gals and guise)
cuz receiving social security disability
(predicated on major panic attacks,
social anxiety,
and schizoid personality
disorder NOT tubby confused
with schizophrenia) defies
explanation former severe
debilitating, harrowing,
and lacerating symptoms
decreased with medication,
yet the better (or rather
worse) part of my life,
argh...time to shies and Ryan!
Shackled with fear, and bound in pain
Day In, Day out, every day the same
Fighting an internal war, with an external force
Allowing the devil, freedom, to blindly plot my course
His voice in my head urges me through
Even knowing his words are far from true
Fear feeling anything, lest feeling the worst
Continue walking, knowing my paths already cursed
Further and further removed from my true self
As I've give up it all, from love to my health
Blindly believing a drug could heal my soul
Knowing no substance, could truly fill its hole
For once, I can say, that I somewhat see the light
A glimpse of the good, a glimpse of what is right
I must grab on dearly, exerting all my might
If I lose my grip again, I may never win this fight
childlike spontaneity and pure intent
as innate propensity of our soul
in judging poetry contests
where focus is upon
a line of inquiry
seeks an ethereal scent
made alive by words symbolic
cajoling presence to imbibe the fragrance
assimilated in stillness by the mind of our heart
as renowned masteroes electrify the stage
with flawless renderings of their music
an almost imperceptible subtle note
possesses the fabric of our soul
playing as a healing refrain
which is what grips our attention
compellingly as a wave form magical
conjuring in toroidal heart a smokeless fire
exerting upon mind full potency of magnetism
When did this thing happen
When did I get so old
I used to run like a new born lamb
gamboling and romping in the open air
Now sitting upon my Queen Anne chair
I struggle to lift myself out of there
I used to love my daily bath
soaking and dreaming for hours
Always saying with the greatest resolve
how I really hated showers
But now I need an industrial winch
to lift me out of my bath
Is there someone up there looking down
are they having a jolly good laugh
My walking gait is no better
With a snail as my pacesetter
I hear tutting and clucking from behind
as impatient people endeavor to pass
Giving sideways glances of annoyance
when they eventually pass me at last
Oh I hate this getting old malarkey
When once I was young and fit and sparkly
I am worn with pain after little exertion
Growing old it sucks I can say with assertion
But the other option is not a good choice
So I have to settle with exerting my voice
As one by one capabilities disappear
For now I am even struggling to hear
But in my head that sixties chick
strolls down the street with sparkly feet
In her Mary Quaint creation
Life so full of jubilation
With adventures yet to come
Oh my life has been such fun
Written 5th November 2018
Contest 'Brian's' Choice 2
Sponsor Brian Strand
It's one thing to lose something, another to have it taken
Ripped from your hands, someone stronger exerting their control
The feeling of helplessness, the bully at school taking your lunch
That girl you loved that has taken your heart
What of the loved ones, those taken before you said goodbye
The days and moments that have been taken by time
What of the things I have taken?
I have taken you for granted, caught up in my little world
Not aware of the moments I have taken, the laughter we could have had
The smiles I have taken from you
I have taken liberties with your love, for this I am truly sorry
I have taken chances and been rewarded for my choices
I have been taken away by ecstasy, feelings beyond my imagination
I have had moments that have taken my breath away
my life has taken many paths
It has not been the easiest journey
Much has been given, more will be taken
I hope I have taken a higher road
I accept all things are temporary
When this life is taken, what will I have given in return?
Entry for Taken Contest. Was not expecting that one little word
Embodied so much emotion. Good contest idea!