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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
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
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
Drowning-
Sitting there nice and still slowly sinking
you smile as the strangers smile back confused and unaware
you were just drowning in your tears
one by one the words rip through your skin tearing you apart
limb by limb you try to stay up but the weights keep you down
your slowly drowning and nobody can help you now,
people think that the scars on your wrist has no meaning but
to you it means help, help us escape this water before
you go overboard and drown... drown form the blood and tears,
drown form the pain inside but nobody notices a thing
maybe that's how it's supposed to be, maybe I am supposed to be drowning
maybe I should just let go and sink. And nobody would notice a thing.
It was night on the Long Island RR
Tony got off, maybe looked at a star
Work was over, a few blocks left to roam—
Did instinct whisper: "danger zone?"
A gang attacked, for whatever he'd got
He was beaten then stabbed and finally shot.
Like positive feedback to inflict more pain
They finally left, but he moved again.
On Lynbrook sidewalks, Tony still crawled
because his American dream; his old life called.
His house in the suburb with kids and wife
He made it to his porch, then gave up his life.
That was 20 years ago, but after all this time
I remember it, though there's been plenty of crime.
Just the juxtaposition, a desperate thread
A dream turns to nightmare, and then you are dead.
The notice said "no flowers - give to breadline instead
A good family stunned, by the sudden blood shed.
That gang's fury, their hatred, it made no sense
a cauldron of emotions, evil and intense.
Emotions don't dampen, no ceiling, no floor.
Hurting you makes them want to hurt you more.
There's a chasm I think between them and us.
So letting wolves loose is a breach of trust
I understand that revenge can go overboard
But don't vote for people who won't use the sword.
New York just did that, and other cities before
If you want peace, prepare for war.
We show them the way,
We clear the path for them,
We pull them out of obscurity,
Into the threshold of success,
They're excited at this point,
They are propelled to
different levels of accomplishments,
Some are unyielding,
Some rebel,
Some are recalcitrant,
Some are obstinate,
They seem not to understand,
They can’t fully comprehend,
That we bask in their glory,
Their light brings us to the limelight,
We share a fraction of its luminance,
We go overboard in our effort,
To ensure they have a
smoother sail than we had,
They might not see this now,
Time will speak for us,
Time will embolden all,
Then they'll know,
We don’t live for now but for the future.
March 19, 2022.
Sometimes you will go overboard
to try to prove a point
Like not being told what to do
I think that comes from being in the joint
Sometimes you will think certain things
that will be way out of the norm
Like someone is thinking something of you
but it's from your own thoughts that they form
Sometimes driving you see a car
and you'll think someone is after you
Oblivious to what you are thinking
I just carry on with what I do
Sometimes we will be in a crowd
you will seem anxious or ill at ease
I wish for you peace at this time
God give him solace please
Sometimes I wish I could change him
make him into someone he'd love
too many years of being conditioned
He lost when push came to shove
For as much as you may feel
You are right and 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
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.
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!"