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My mind races at times
dreaming I could sit at a piano and teach my fingers a new language,
or feel the wind on my face as I master the art of riding a motorbike.
I picture myself behind turntables,
mixing music for ten minutes straight without a single hand to guide me.
Life, to me, is about acquiring more skills, more experiences,
more ways to grow.
I sit in a room that feels like a prison,
Yet somehow it is also my furnace
a place where the fire is stoked, where my spirit is forged.
I lift my eyes, feel the cool air brush my face,
and I know that through every trial,
through every tribulation,
I have become a better version of myself.
I stand so close to changing my fate.
I will not give up, Lord.
Whatever lies along the path You set before me,
Bless me with the wisdom, knowledge, and understanding
to walk it as a great man should
to take the responsibility that many never lived to carry.
I am deeply, humbly grateful
happy to still be here,
to see another day,
to be in this position…
and to keep moving forward.
So What if You Were President
By Franklin Price
02/04/2016
So what if you were president
The leader of the land
Where on the many issues
Do you find that you would stand
Where would you guide this country
So we could move along
Into the twenty-first century
Where we are and should belong
Would you listen to the people
Protect our security
Secure all our borders
So all our citizens are free
Would you work with those in Congress
For what we the people need
To heal this country's many wounds
So we no longer bleed
No one, not you the president
Or the Senate or the House
Can heal these wounds alone
As with a husband and a spouse
All must work together
To work all this out of course
To make this tenuous marriage
Not end up in divorce
I write to you
from a quiet place within,
where words
gather like wind through the leaves,
a murmur of truths
that neither time nor fear can erase.
You speak to me
like the tide to the moon,
a silent and inexorable pull.
I see your questions, your fears,
your tender hope
masked beneath a cloak once of self-doubt.
And so,
I answer with the language of the heart,
for that is the only language I truly know.
I speak of being an old man,
afraid
of both success and failure,
watching
the world spin without you.
But oh,
the world does not spin
the world does not without you—it spins because of you.
Every breath you take,
every thought you have drempt,
every kindness you give
is a thread
in the tapestry of this living,
moving universe.
Success, as others know it,
is but a fleeting mirage.
True success
is the courage to feel deeply,
to love, to wonder, to embrace to endure
so pick one last fight a wrong not made right so that
another may endure too write.
The velvet sky
I now mention that they hold the stars
as witnesses to your life,
and they do not make judgement against you.
They see the roots of your being,
the tall trees of your yearning,
the bushes that stay green
even when unseen by the others.
You are not trapped,
though it may feel that it's so.
The heart, like the wind,
is boundless.
If you can give love—yes,
even love to yourself—you will find
that it flows back to you unseen in all ways.
Grateful, you say,
for the family that you never see.
That gratitude,
quiet though it may be, is a bridge.
It is never too late to cross,
even in thought, even in a prayer
whispered up into the great void into the night.
Empathy, the great gift of understanding,
shines through your words.
That is the way to love—by seeing,
truly seeing it all, the world
and all of its pain, its beauty,
relentless in life.
If knowledge is, as you say,
that he himself knows,
then you are already just and wise.
I ask this of you
can I be loved before the end of my life?.
To you my friend, you are loved,
even now.
The valleys know it,
the trees feel it, and I see it in your spirit.
Keep that spark alive,
for it will guide you along the long road
you call home.
I am humbly yours, in deep understanding,
Merry Christmas to you, always in love,
I am your's
J.E.
James McLain
You can't unhinge me from your life
I will get entrenched inside your mind
hound you in your dreams, you 'd wish
to spend your nights in waking hours
I am your nightmare encroaching your days.
I shall pursue you in the most unlikely places,
before first light blushes in the east,
before daytime starts in foggy mist
obscuring clouds floating sweet as cream
I am your shadow trailing you.
I am the smell of pines from the shore
beckoning you into a green paradise
the wind will gradually gentle, the waves become still
and if eternity is plunged in total darkness
hold out your hand - my touch will guide you.
balance in life is not easy to achieve,
you may be torn between duty and love,
how you think may not be how they think of you,
your best intentions may be misunderstood!
Here is what I have to say to you...
learn to be kind but do not be weak,
be helpful but do not be a slave,
learn to forgive, but not be passive to evil,
learn to be quick but do not be hasty,
aim high but hurt not those below you,
have wealth but let moral be your guide,
be brave but never be a bully!
in life-tasks know wheat from chaff,
know good friends from those that are not!
but learn to live in harmony with them all,
for worst enemies one day may become friends!
life goes in cycles of have and have not,
so give when you have and never hoard,
when you have not have patience to bear,
when given be humble to receive with gratitude,
the flame of life in you is your very own,
let not others put out that flame for their reasons,
but use it to light good hopes in others!
We have much to learn from the boat in the river,
the boat has to be friends with the waves,
but cannot let the waves dictate its journey!
You are the guardian angel of your own dreams,
do not let others make your dreams a nightmare!
Amidst waves with their varied intensities
Beyond disasters and catastrophes
Contending and prevailing over calamities
Determined am I to do my mission for seafarers
Effectively warning against ocean-caused wreckage
Fulfilling my role as good guide...
Guarding and governing toward right route
Here I stand formidably, helping save precious lives
Influencing triumphant navigational moves
Journeys are made safe and secured by my presence
Kindness of my beam radiates the Sovereign Director's might
Lighthouse* am I at your service
Magnificently reflecting the Lord's brightness...
Never, never ignore me then!!!
John 3:21 But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.
ABC and Personification forms
December 23, 2018
1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 155" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/4/2019.
All night I was caught in the web of thoughts about you,
An unexpected but enchanting muse,
Wandering through the labyrinth of your deep, terrifying eyes,
A smoldering ember of desire burning within me.
Your passionate whispers, a seductive symphony,
Your unforgiving affection, liberating us both.
To follow the paths of your warm, silky skin,
Gently knocking at your door as you let me in.
Your embrace, a refuge from the cold of the night,
As we intertwine under the silver light of the moon,
Breathless sighs and hot moans,
You rise above me, you are my queen and I am your throne.
In this nocturnal realm, you reign supreme,
A monarch of midnight in a gothic dream.
But wait, watch me as I lose myself in your depths,
My thoughts intertwine, swirl, slip,
No thread of light to guide me, just your scent,
The remnants of a phantom fragrance, deeply imprinted within me.
I see you, I feel you, you are a living shadow, a waking dream,
And I, a happy prisoner in this castle of night,
Where the walls are made of kisses, and the windows of gazes,
Where time stops, and we are eternity.
The sparkle of your eyes, falling stars,
In a world where every moment is an eternity,
Where every touch is an oath,
And every whisper, an incantation that binds our souls.
Here, there is no day or night, only an infinity of us,
Wandering through the corridors of an immortal love,
A dance of shadows under the moonlight,
Where you are my queen, and I, your throne of dreams.
Oh, may this gothic dream never end,
May the spell of the night never unravel,
For in this realm of magical melancholy,
I have found paradise in your deep, mysterious eyes.
Paul had a thorn in his side
an annoying appointment
but he learned to endure it
for it was his anointment
God is in control
His hand is always in the mix
for what you can't get through
God Himself will fix
once, twice, thrice
Paul to God did comment
Lord, will you not removed this thorn
and take away this torment
God is in control
His hand is always in the mix
for what you can't get through
God Himself will fix
God's grace is sufficient
accept it with meekness
God's power is magnified
In the midst of our weakness
there will be things we can't get over
but God will get us through
for no matter what's going down
God will fix it for you
God is in control
His hand is always in the mix
for what you can't get through
God Himself will fix
a thorn in his side
a painful situation
yet Paul endured it
with godly consideration
God is in control.
His hand is always in the mix
for what you can't get through.
God Himself will fix
God has a lock on salvation
permit Him to guide you
allow Him to help you get over.
what you can't get through
God is in control
His hand is always in the mix
For what you can't get through
God himself will fix
God's always in control
His hand forever in the mix
for anything you can't get through
God Himself will fix
for anything you can't get through.
God himself will fix
I hear you're learning to drive...
Straight Ahead, make No U-Turn!
Beware each Speed Bump Ahead.
Naught can Tow Away your dreams.
Do not lose focus - Stay Right.
Do not fear any Sharp Curve.
Do not Yield to impatience
(Do Not Enter that sad scene).
There's One Way - let wisdom guide,
Stop when your vision gets blurred.
Keep Clear of every Dead End,
Proceed With Caution, boldly!
The soldier let out a wounded sigh,
And tried hard not to cry.
The battlefield was now bloody,
And thanks to a torrential rain, it was quite muddy.
It all started with his deployment to Iraq.
Everything he needed was in his green sack.
He knew he had a job to do,
And that's when he met Jerry and Lou.
Jerry and Lou came from the Netherlands,
And soon, the three of them were the best of friends.
The soldier was chosen to be a guide.
He led them down brown, dusty roads, narrow and wide.
They participated in plenty of drills,
Going up and down the hardest of hills.
One day, their troup got an unexpected surprise.
The enemy was staring them dead in their eyes.
After the battle was over, it was just as the soldier feared.
Jerry and Lou had both been speared.
The soldier's mind was now somber and sad,
As he attended to all the wounds he had.