Long Goodness Poems
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On the street corner
In the center of chaos in the city
On a sordid sidewalk with others like her
She lay dormant with dirty worn hands
Holding the bottle of Wild Irish Rose held tightly
Broken in Shame
Her spirit numbed by so little affection
Her essence had paled with little grace
Her memories vanished with time
Her misery was all that was left
Her tearful eyes would beg from people passing by
"Please just help me live today" she wavered
She waned with little food and comfort for her plea
Her heart was still alive and revealed itself
Her benevolence shown through
For every coin she received
She gave one to someone else in need
"Alms of goodness" she would say........
Everyone called her "CHARITY"
October 24, 2019
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Whom is she
The lucky girl
To hold my heart
But I lost
I roam around in a see-less room
In this heart, it is a vastness length
Comb for whom she maybe
But I lost
I scour around in this mind of mine
Think whom future girl maybe
Must be prettiest I ever see
But I lost
Must be a swaying rose in space
That butterfly glances number-ness times
And wonder what she perhaps
But I lost
Whom is she
The lucky girl
To hold my heart
But I lost
Must be a kindest girl of time
That understands situation of time
In times of laughter and of cry
But I lost
Must be one of a type
That my likes long to grasp
For her kindness, love, and care
But I lost
Must be an angel from above
Having a silvery crown on head
And fluttering wings as hand
But I lost
Whom is she
The lucky girl
To hold my heart
But I lost
Must be whom I hope she be
In this roam of vastness length
For goodness is my want
Must be
A girl I love in all my heart
That I care as though only girl on earth
And sees me as only in her world
Must be
Whom is she
The lucky girl
To hold my heart
But I lost
Unfolding.
When you kept getting up
After you've fallen
Endurance was already there
When you kept fighting
the anger in you
Peace was already there
When you understand
the why - way you behave
Knowing others is already there
When you finally let go
of low self esteem
Your true value is already there
When you did your best
to conquer your fears
Courage was already there.
When you complained
about life's injustices
Justice was already there
When you opened the door
to let isolation out
humaness was already there
When you finally got fedup
with your own misery
Happiness was already there
When you kept rejecting
your worst behaviour
Goodness was already there
When you gave up hatred
of your fellowman
God's image was already there
When you finally gave up
unrelenting guilt
A clean conscience was already there
When you felt lost
because Paradise was lost
Paradise found was already there.
Aqua Marine
Posted 2015.
Stories breath light on my spirit,
Silence the melancholy, reveal the gentle
Listen to the voice of a grace that clings to me,
From the One who sings shelter through His everlasting love.
Images sing beautiful to my soul,
Releasing the music – stars out of control,
Promising joy, peace and so much more,
From the One who lasts forever, a melody God exposes.
Messages rising from the winds,
Fulfilling hearts, tempting the fears,
With love more beautiful than I can imagine,
From the One who gave each soul the chance to overcome.
Songs of grace paint the twilight,
With encouragement and assurance,
A place to always know the meaning of life,
From the One who colors the spirit in foreverness, fulfillment.
Poetry stirs the moments, with fire,
Sent to those who believe, and desire,
Wonder than can’t be revealed without love
From the One who answers our prayers with His goodness…
The One who seeks and finds,
Shadows the life with His smile,
Frees the sinner and makes it all right,
Because, with Him, there is a joy that abides throughout life…
With Him, there is something more than I can write,
There is love that defies all the heart’s greatest urge,
There is love that is greater than I can hope to depict.
With Jesus, there is the wonder than comes from real faith.
With Jesus, there is love that overcomes every doubt.
With Him, there is something more than words can relate.
With Him, there is a joy that the soul can’t portray.
With Him, there is love that can’t possibly express –
The song in the soul,
The gentle in the heart,
The love that is never dark,
The love that is like a brilliant light… glistening so the world can see….
The joy that lives inside you and me… because we agree…
Jesus Christ is KING!
I have finally found my favourite shopping bag
the words upon it say "my poo grows trees"
Also depicted a cassowary below his bum a young shrub
I'm like the cassowary I make use of all my poos and wees
Both in the compost with vegie scraps and other useful "waste"
when the compost is dark and friable and fully broken down
I make a compost tea or add sand to make a seed raising mix
Fill buckets for my orchard to spread goodness all around
My efforts are rewarded as I harvest an abundance of fruit
mango paw paw grumichama sapodilla all organic fare
If you are ever in far North Queensland come and visit
for breakfast a bonanza I would love to share
"Sometimes the smallest act of kindness becomes the brightest light along our darkest road."
He is one in a million--
a hand that reached out
when the world was silent,
and when kindness was rare.
Reg(Rej), though we have never met,
I feel your goodness
in the way it touched my path.
When I had nowhere to go,
you were there...
proof that the Lord sends hearts
to lift the fallen when hope runs thin!
For twenty-one nights, I walked alone
smiling at strangers…
never letting them see the weight I carried.
My knees ached,
my feet swollen,
my body trembling on the edge of collapse.
And still I told myself:
no one could run this race for me.
So I pressed forward
clutching courage in the dark,
holding on to the feeble flame of hope
that someone, somewhere
would understand without judgment.
Then came you...
A quiet proof that mercy endures,
that kindness still weaves its way through the dark
and even when the night is heaviest,
daylight will arrive.
When I finally reach my destination..
I will turn my face to the sun
and keep this treasure close:
that somewhere along the way home,
I found you...
and kept you in my heart.
This world so filled with its madness
it seems to press a self-destruct button
such is mankind's depth of sin
so it's goodness sums up to nothing
God declares any righteousness of man
is to His eyes just filthy rags indeed
for the Lord God demands only perfection
leaving mankind lost only to plead
Pleading for freedom from their sin
looking for a saviour to be their salvation
to find peace in their troubled heart
only a perfect sacrifice for a redemption
From heaven comes a certain hope
Jesus the God-man brings peace
taking man's sin on himself totally
then God's peace shall never cease
This is perfect love simply supreme
God's peace lies deep in the heart
bursting through man's ultimate madness
so God gives man a brand new start
I stepped on a lizard on new year's day,
then I slipped and I screamed
and hit my shoulder on the fridge,
toppling the chair,
scaring people at home.
Ahhh, klutzy me on the first day of the year
thinking now,
it is funny, when I imagine
myself sprawled on the floor.
In all honesty,
it was the thought of
killing the lizard that horrified me,
the act of hurting it
feeling that squish,
bruising that flesh,
breaking the itty itty bones
dear goodness,
how in the world can I step
on a lizard?!
imagine my sort of relief
to see the broken off tail
on the floor
thank God for survival mechanisms
the tail was still twitching,
another shorter piece fell off,
and yet I still wonder...
Is that lizard alive?
Did it actually make it?
Is it still hurting?
When will it heal?
Is it traumatized?
Was it pregnant?
I don't know why,
but that last question popped to mind
when I saw the shorter piece,
I even thought it was an egg...
Sighs.
I hope it's ok,
will be ok. I really do.
Sorry lizard, I truly am.
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Devils Fill Churches
Say the ones from outside
I, on the other hand find sanctuary
From liberals who tell me how I must think
I only wish peace, good will and a wee bit of gods drink
I open my arms
I hug the entire world
I know there is evil and I know there is good
The paths are many, and I love those who see
Is not the path, but the destination and the destiny
I know I am human
I know I have sinned
I know that we all are made up of same universal cloth
I know, I know nothing, nothing at all
Other than kindness and to love others big or small
Like brothers and sisters together we stand tall
I am humbled when I see the poorest of humanity
Offer me comfort and his only blanket
I may not know what is up there in the stars
I know that kindness is never wrong here or on Mars
I love science and knowledge
I love the diversity of life
Yet some call me evil without ever knowing
The inner beauty in us all, that in the dusk of the evenings
You can see nature’s gifts and the universe still dreaming
Faith you see in not about gods calling
Faith is about the goodness of all of us collectively
Humanity
From sea to see
The Park Bench
I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die
When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears
I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended
When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene
The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway
Drawing love on paper in may