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Lord, I want to write a poem about my thoughts
Random thoughts
Isn’t that funny?
I think about how people still don’t know
That they don’t have to ask you for things
You already know
I think about how my mood can change with just a word from You
I think about love and whether I have been in love
Ha, that is a mystery
I think about how you have changed me
And why you still haven’t given me an answer as to whether I should go
You know what I am asking you!
I wonder what you have in store for me
I think about what else you would do for me
You seem to have done everything already
I wonder what caused one to go overboard
And go to the other side and be angry at society
I wonder if there is anything one can do to help
To prevent at least
Maybe somewhere someone has done something to them
I don’t know
I marvel at how each of us is so different in how we view our world
And how you are at the center of it
Instigate it all
Yes Lord I said instigate
You are the master of it
You cause it all and I know it
You are, Lord - the center of it
It all comes back to you
What are you up to now?
I wish you would let me in
I would help you
Haha as if you need any help
Lord you are just unbelievable
And I just don’t know what to say about you
As there is no word to say
Of how magnificent You are Lord
You do something everyday
And I never know what you do one day to the next
You keep me guessing
You change everything from day to day
No days are the same
Each day is different
Hallelujah God
I thought about my friend, Jack
How he thought about how he has slowed down
And think about that certain day
Lord I want to run until I can run no more
And just drop
Okay Lord?
Well enough of that
I think about my friends
Ahh that is a different story
I think I will think about them some other time
I’ll get something to eat now
Relative to the political arena, several months ago, I was a participant in a prayer meeting and heard a prayer to which I could not give assent. It did not leave me speechless, but I could not disagree more nor say 'Amen'. It was not an enigma, as I well understood from where the person was coming. When I heard it, I was aghast and grieved, and wondered what God must have felt. In my view, she was rather extreme with her politics, inconsiderate, out of order, and disrespectful of her opponents. When referencing the people in the opposing party, its official name was replaced and inserted with the word 'devil'. Suffice it to say that I could not condone her political exuberance; but beyond that, I shall not indulge in further detail.
It is clear to me that we are often tempted to 'go overboard' in our pursuit of 'political righteousness', which I am not sure is an objective without significant and emotional pain, if not loss of friendships. As for me, I highly value genuine friendships, and rather not seek to persuade others that God is on my side.
However, I will to the best of my ability, thrive to convince everyone that we best pursue the course that puts us on God's side. And in the meanwhile, I will simply bite my lip and remain silent rather than say 'Amen' or so be it.
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So many roles have changed over the years,
Went from being a child to a man dressed up in tears,
I wasn’t scared of nothing but now living in fear,
Visited bars rolling high in jacked cars,
Single now looking up at stars,
Went from throwing rocks at windows to violating laws,
There was a point in time my life was forced to take a pause,
For a better cause,
I don’t know why my pain infected like Sars.
Seen so many sharks couldn’t tell which one was Jaws,
Plenty times I dreamt I resided in Oz,
With a Dorothy type all up in my arms,
In the real world I lost but in Oz I found my charm,
Couldn’t hack it always stood against the norm,
Now I’m bleeding, suffering and seeing myself mourn,
It feels like being pricked by a million and one thorns,
Or getting raped where you have all of your clothes torn.
Ok, maybe that was a bit extreme,
Sometimes I have a tendency to go overboard with what I mean,
So back to my reality, back to may agony,
Unable to distinguish what’s worse mistrust
Or a machete hacking me,
All the lies only proved you lacked the tact to carry me,
It’s time for me to go and recharge my battery,
And rethink our camaraderie,
I’m gaining too many calories,
I can’t afford to twist up or even affect my salary,
I guess that’s life
and I’m not one to ever pretend that I’m living happily
"That girl's eyes loved gazing into water,
in her doubly delightful vision,
but he was still learning the liquid language,
and there's danger and there's damage,
there's envy and derision,
when you love the ocean's daughter.
So he told this girl that of course he had
been in love once, but that girl had
turned out to be a mermaid and he couldn't
swim or even go overboard and sink
down to where her eggs were lying like
multitudinous, enticing pearls slowly drifting
away on the luminous white sand at the
bottom of the blue lagoon...
He didn't really like the water very much,
I guess... so anyway what this girl told me
was that after that he always, ironically, had
the blues, like a deep glinting reflection in
his eyes, like the distant echo of a soprano
saxophone in his ears...
The first time this girl met him, apparently,
he turned to her and said, "What did you
say?" and forced a smile politely to his lips,
his lips that would never kiss an earth-woman
or taste the flower-sweet air that floats through
her, although she may have any number of
his wistful, wondering children clinging to her
skirts while her tears flow endlessly back to
the sea."
Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and
freighted with the memories and the dreams of time.
—H.P. Lovecraft, The Best of H.P. Lovecraft:
Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre
His Overboard Tale
My captain bellows, “heave-ho.”
Off the plank I go, overboard.
I plunged into the night, entangled in
aberrant irises of the deep.
When my abject insanity rewinds,
I wish that I had swallowed the sea.
The kiss of salt and seaweed,
the wretch filled my lungs.
The Shes were more fish than maid
with huge hips and floundering tails.
The strange language of burbles,
their breasts made me gag…
Seahag hair, menacingly like Medusa’s.
I surmised sirens locks would actually bite.
My dreams capsized.
Why am I alive?
I’d rather that the chest be covered.
I shall never recover.
That’s why this landlubber
drinks and drinks, burbles.
At the end I was found on a rock.
I hit the rocks hard.
Swallow the water, lad.
Leave no room for desire.
Mermaids are a misnomer;
breaststroking in Bruichladdich proof.
Have a swim lad in this label
and stay far away from shore.
There is no greater feeling than to be alive and free
Spending our lives on God's green earth
Reveling in the warmth of yet another sun filled day
The rainy days are sent to us only to remind us
How much we appreciate dear old Mr. Sol
It's what keeps us alive in anticipation of his return
The sun is the source of everything we have here on Earth
We revel in it's ray but also cover up
When we get too much of a good thing
It can be extremely harmful
Which also applies to us here on earth
Everything in moderation should be our motto
It's evident every where we wander
The trick is not to go overboard
When you discover something exhilarating
Just remember, “slow and steady wins the race!”
That shouldn't stop us from enjoying life
We just need to step back every once in a while
Take stock and appreciate everything we have...
NOT what we don't have!
This may sound like a lecture from this old geezer
But there's one thing I do have...
That's a lifetime of experience
© Jack Ellison 2014
From where I am I now begin
So over my head, so over my self
How can the future be my home
When I’m not here now?
I need to make a detour and return to my home.
The reality I have now,
My heart pounding, am still breathing.
But if I just have now, will I go overboard?
Will I indulge and loose it all?
There has to be a place that makes them whole
All in one and one in all.
Where is that place that I call home?
Where is it?
Where is it?
Is it here?
Is it there?
Is it now?
Or was it then?
Will I get to it
And give my mind some rest?
Me Me Me
Don’t block the way
I need to find my home today
I see it now from far away.
But the past has gone to rest
And the future has not come yet
So what is left is all present
Where the heart finds what it needs
Not looking beyond what it does
In its rhythm it says:
The present boundless
The past hopeless
The future does not exist
But all come together in one place
A place that makes them whole
This is it, the present
This is home.
My heart
It beats
Its own sound
It makes the world go around
Before a person gets to know you
They see the outer
Not the inner
You don't have to go overboard. You are a winner
Where do you start
Doesn't mean that's where it will end
Turn the page over and then begin
A new chapter
A new start
Pour it out
Your heart
Do your best
Keep climbing ??
For success
Trust the process
Process the trust
The Lord loves us so much
Judge not ye
Ye not judge
We are all a work in progress
Do more
Say less
Keep giving your best
What can you do
Be the better version of you
Think with your mind
They say act on your heart
The Lord will guide you from finish to start!
Trust the process
Process the trust
The Lord loves us so much
The process comes with ups and downs
Keep your head up
This go round
Trust God's process
He knows what best
Trust the process
Process the trust
The lord love us so much
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/14/2024
For as much as you may feel
You are right aned you are free
to do the things you want
just know I feel this way too, it's the same for me
For as much as you may feel
you know what you speak is right
and you seem to think I am wrong
doesn't mean you win this fight
For as much as you may feel
you are the one who does you
as everyone feels this way
it's not different, it's just true
For as much as you may feel
you will not be kept from, in or about
don't always assume that is what happens
when life casts on you a shadow of a doubt
For as much as we may all know
the big man that you are
to go overboard or even backwards
to prove a point has gone too far
For as much as you may push against
a pull so to speak
your life becomes so much harder
by trying not to look weak
Some folks, for fun, collect stamps or cook.
Others may seek lofty mountains to climb.
Erudite people might well pen a book,
But I'm happiest when I make a rhyme.
My hope is to write meaningful and true,
But, at times, I might get carried away,
And rhyme any 'ol thing and before I'm through,
I go overboard to my friends' dismay.
A speeding cop asks for registration.
I say, "this ain't cause for celebration".
The grocery cashier says, "have a nice day".
I say, "how, with the prices I must pay?"
I think I would be the most delighted,
If things like the presidential debate,
Or congressional proceedings were recited
Completely in rhyme - yep, that would be great!
When I'm asked "do you take her for your wife?",
I'll say, "sure 'nuff mister, you bet your life!"