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The History of Grown Children
When we are kids,
we are told of God.
It is easy to accept,
a great Father in Heaven.
No questions about our own will,
later to be exercised by us,
at every turn,
down the road of life,
both in the right,
and wrong directions.
Then we are young,
and everything is on fire.
New to us in different ways,
hard to feel all of it,
without losing the ability,
to think clearly.
Some lose their minds,
their hearts...
and their souls.
For a while, or forever,
dangerous flirtations with freedom,
obviously un-deserved by the irresponsible.
Later as the consequences of our adventures,
find us down the avenues of loss,
we try to put together a map.
Some source of gathered wisdom,
that would let see where we jumped off,
the right thoroughfare, onto the path of destruction.
Sadly to find it was often a one-way.
Those of us that return to the trail,
that leads us back to the walls of church,
must relearn to be kids again.
Something we could not wait to give up,
to become grown and on our own,
and yet regret the loss of the entire time,
it is missing from our hearts.
Rejoice that God is forgiving.
Be cheerful for a second chance.
Yet do not take it lightly,
that the cost of your discursions,
here... will not be held until the time...
of your last breath.
But that at the foot of God,
you are still valued,
if your soul is true.
It innocently started with that libation:
that tingling, inebrious, joyful sensation.
My foolish heart acquiesced to the temptation.
An allergy or a genetic mutation
awakened my foolish heart.
I frequently fancied more fluid flirtations,
enjoying elixirs, expressing elation,
investing immensely in intoxication,
thus, firmly establishing future foundations,
entangling my foolish heart.
I fervently favored froth-filled fermentations,
gallantly guzzling by gradual gradations,
increased intake, saw inebrious inflation,
rarely reducing or restricting by rations,
addicting my foolish heart.
My continued consumption, clearly causation:
drunk and disorderly, receiving citations,
wound up in several unpleasant locations,
spending entire nights locked up for the duration,
imprisoning my foolish heart.
You would hope at this point in this woeful narration
that lessons were learned; there'd be de-escalation.
Consumption, instead, saw inflation, dilation,
impacting my ethic, my work occupation,
depressing my foolish heart.
There were serious impacts in my relations;
it should have been time for a complete starvation.
The tiger was prowling in full on predation,
dragging me helpless to infernal damnation,
devouring my foolish heart.
What happens next is described best as salvation;
It's been sixteen years now with total cessation.
See, Christ made me a totally new creation.
He gets all the credit, my standing ovation.
He gave me a brand new heart.
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*I would call this a monorhyme with the additional
feature that each stanza has a short refrain tail.
for the My Foolish Heart Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milt Hankins
written on 04/03/2022
Another day ends with insipid sun
One more uncertain season
Another month ebbs slowly invariably gone
One more uninteresting month another reason
Each bulb impressively pushing old soil up
So absented from every winter irritation
The orchestrated plants unite drinking along nature’s everlasting cup,
Invigorated refreshed, outdoor rains unbidden now and so equip spring’s irrigations
Now offering beautiful uniformity, colours ablaze ferociously
Ever changing illusions painting over the untamed soil
All struggling evermore to imitate natures ordered ways
Unbeatable colours abound, Mother Earth delights in toil
Overlong tall upright grasses allow seeds easy dispersal
Insects dancing on flowers undulating formations.
Accustomed we ever become inclined to ogle things universal
Nature abounds with ever more interesting luscious opulent flirtations
Untold species all working ever closer in harmonious obligation
So unlocking faces all smiling even now in sunbathed oblations still unseen
Yet authenticating spring, escaping winter in fulfilling overall nature’s unification.
© ~GG~ 22/03/2013
Competition Entry
Love is a powerful notion. A conviction born within.
a lucid filled intoxication... that claims the lives of men.
It's found in her sweet soft eyes, as it was with mine.
and stops your heart without remorse..every single time.
She smiles and your heart is her's, soon you smile too.
you stumble on words like a fool, as men most often do.
Your flirtations make her laugh, there's magic in the sound
As your wits go for a walk and wish not to be found.
You laugh along and here you're stuck, sinking in quicksand.
oh of all the days to bravely choose to try and be a man.
Friends and family gather close, there talking of their loss.
of the lass who kissed your lips and stole you like a boss.
This siren has you in her spell. I'm sorry for your luck.
But this happens to us men who find ourselves love struck.
In case you're wondering what's in my heart
It's LOVE my friends, pure and simple LOVE
Now that I've reached this advanced age
I look back and realize love is all I've ever wanted
Didn't ALWAYS feel that special thing I was looking for
But who ever does... it's a figment of the mind
Everyone's definition of love is unique and personal
But the basic underlying theme is the same
Most times it doesn't need to be said
It's a feeling of happiness and indescribable joy
Like no other we have ever experienced
I have loved more than once, most of us do
In my years on this wonderful planet
Some I would call flirtations, some ran much deeper
Some were within my reach... some were unattainable
I would not trade any of those experiences
For a pot of gold... they were worth much much more
Now that I look back and reminisce
I am thankful for all my happy experiences through life
Because they have made me the man that I am!
On that beautiful afternoon in autumn,
holding hands, we walked on the beach,
with our hearts beating in unison.
The strong chilly wind breeze,
made us huddle close to each other at ease.
The waves of surf ever creeping close to us,
brought the feeling of endless love between us.
The beauty of seamless blue sky over the horizon,
lifted our joyous spirits high over the endless ocean.
The pebbles and shell we gathered,
became the relics of romantic moments we shared.
The flirtations and little twirl dance we did on the sand,
brought our body and soul together hand in hand.
We thought we would never part from the beach,
but the fading red glow of setting sun,
reminded us that in life and nature,
all of us do part from things we love and cherish.
The sky is blue the hue too
Upon my bed, my body rest, and my reflections shine through my precious square bed by the window, the birds pass by my windowsill, to sing and upon my bed, my pillow caressed my head. Joy has come in the morning as promised my soul rests in peace with the promises of God's love flowing in what was said when God blessed the soul pay however upon my bed where I rest my head my soul, my spirits my flesh three different worlds to become one when a mirror reflex back to me myself billows roar across the lost the cost of my singleness my once was young but now my age growing old my wage my debts to pay my cross to bear the cycle of life rejuvenates sometimes how bad the cycle dresses the stage throughout without sproutsTemptations, abominations flirtations,ovations nerve races, seven heavens greets the stage with Material Heaven, Mystic Heaven Earthly Heaven and four Silent heavens Sectarian Heaven, Secular Heaven, and the Third Heaven and all need to birth. What about my flesh? My heart kneels my soul will birth in the upper realm but what about me the flesh? So this truth demanded me to open my eyes to look to hear the Voice of Reasons for so many years yet still stand to wait for you must not!
Yield not to temptation for yielding is sin each victory will help you some other to win this is a temptation Regret the Birth of Desire when it is conceived gives birth to Sin then the birth spirit sin grows and grows and when Sin and desire the temptation becomes fully grown it births Death. The wages of Sin is death So what do I wait for I guess the Grave for I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities nor powers,nor things present, nor things to come nor height, nor depths nor any other creature shall be able to separate me from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus!
Upon my bed, I sat on the edge and do wonder who will be able to be saved
Was it casual?
Our long night talks and endless flirtations.
Those talks about our futures-as if we had a clue
Things we knew that we had to do
Watching movies on a call, but wouldn't do it without you
Was it serious?
Was it serious to you?
We would talk about everything and nothing at all
My darling little boy
Cosplaying a man
Telling me to be honest about my feelings but it was just
a helpless match.
No one made me angry like you
The frustration of being the only one who seemed to give a
Turned out you had someone else on your mind.
Someone who I shared eyes and genes
I don't think you feel the same.
Tell me that I am wrong
Tell me that I am mistaken
Give me a reason to believe you
Give me a reason not to leave you.
Tell me that you listened to me
Tell me that you respected he who I held dear
Tell me that you wouldn't lie to me
Tell me that you wouldn’t leave me here
Tell me that I didn’t defend you for nothing
Tell me that my friends weren’t right
Tell me it wasn’t casual
Or I have to leave tonight.
.... I remember that summer
...He was only here for the summer.
Countless afternoons the four of us spent
swimming at the dam or playing soccer in the park.
Gayle and I, he and Donny.
...Awkward fifteen year old shyness
turned into sixteen year old flirtations.
A game of tag in the cemetary
turned into a playful wrestling match
before becoming a tender kiss.
...He told me he could not date me
because his best friend had a crush on me.
Before summer ended I was dating a senior,
eighteen and so grown up.
...His friend had never stood a chance with me
and he had thrown away his.
~~~ for Franks's contest "A Summer Memory" ~~~
28/04/2012
FIRST stop blocking your everyday lessons they are your strongest blessings
SECOND stop trying to be a teacher all the time even Einstein needed lessons
THIRD stop any outsiders from getting inside
They don’t have the same intentions
FOURTH stop and look at the bigger picture Some don’t belong in a frame or picture It’s more then just the likes ,comments ,shares and mentions
FIFTH Stop unintentional acts of flirtations people really take it to heart and when they don’t get what they want cause they lacking the comprehension
Let me teach y’all this lesson
SiX stop stopping what you love for love that don’t love you When they do they will join in on your journey too So Your not on suspension
SEVEN stop calling on god in the wrong way Your using up his time which takes away from your gifted extension
EIGHT Add to the plate at the table you attend, Don’t just eat off your friends
NINE when it comes to your family and team Keep them on top ,never bury them in between if you get what I mean
TEN Never try to crush those close to you that don’t fold or bend when it comes to you Thats a true friend
ELEVEN not every soul sent your way is and angel from the heaven some are the devils in beautiful skin to drag you to the end
TWELVE This is a favorite of mine Be yourself at all times don’t just become part of a trend.
Let Me teach y’all Fockers a lesson