Long Guilt Poems
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The wizened hunter had but one cartridge
remaining this was no trifle matter.
For he’d been attacked by a hungry horde
of rats when he took shelter in this cave.
And now a mordacious wind was morphing
into a severe storm and he was scared.
Yet he had to layover until dawn
for the blizzard’s wrath had imprisoned him.
The mere thought of his starving family
elicited nightmares and pangs of guilt.
For he felt shackled to this loathsome cave
unable to hunt and provide them food.
Setting the horizon afire Sol rose
as dawn's first light pierced the black of night.
And with one shot starvation was diverted
for a buck stood dead center in his sights.
Love divine, sovereign in directive
Compassion leads from carnal perspective.
Reaching-out midst life-building goal
Transforming toward faithful service-pole.
Indeed sublime, working for forgiveness gain
Sanctifying heart, suffering with guilt-gripped pain.
Reproving sweetness in the guise of care
Uplifting through blessings to share.
Blissful around God’s secured fellowship*
I thank Him for His offered eternal relationship.
*1Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
July 19, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (11)any theme any form" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/19/2020.
April 4 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 23-25
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 25:8 But if thou wilt go, do it, be strong for the battle: God shall make thee fall before the enemy: for God hath power to help, and to cast down.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR EMPOWERING HELP
Thank You for Your empowering help-assistance
That handles me well despite my pride’s resistance
And self-exalted feeling of esteemed importance…
Forgive me please with Your pardon’s redemption-inheritance.
Thank You for Your empowering help-aid
That upholds me despite my sinfulness, foolishly-made
And annoying guilt of restlessness’ raid…
Forgive me please with Your mercies that never fade.
Thank You for Your empowering help-appointment
That seeks me despite my hiding discouragement
And frustrated spirit of agonizing sentiment-predicament…
Forgive me please with Your grace-fulfillment.
Thank You for Your empowering help-affirmation
That secures me despite my confusion
And wavering faith of weak conviction…
Forgive me please with Your love and compassion.
Thank You for Your empowering help-access
That reaches out to me despite my stubbornness-caused curses
And obvious disobedience of rebelliousness’ traces…
Forgive me please with Your chastisement-care’s success.
Thank You for Your empowering help-anchor
That props me up despite my bitterness-rancor
And destructive envy of jealousy’s decor…
Forgive me please with Your fellowship’s succor.
April 4, 2022
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
no ones allowed to turn back time?
No quarter given to right their wrongs,
forgiveness for the things they've done;
Worked too hard, grew up too fast,
and all that gave me was a past;
no credit given for deeds I've done;
critically examined by everyone;
Forever judged by one mistake,
It's not the only one I made;
I tried and failed to make them see,
the judged mistake was so tiny;
If they could see inside my mind,
they'd be afraid of what they'd find;
What lurks beneath cloaked in disguise,
trapped inside by watchful eyes;
No matter how deep the grudge,
I am myself my own worst judge;
For we all hide within ourselves,
cloaked in shadow the sins we weld;
But when our time is finally near,
we realize our own worst fear.
my mind alone is where I'll be,
so dark and lonely no one can see;
It's my mind alone I have to fear;
my sins enlarged beyond compare;
You find yourself like all the rest,
failing to credit good deeds past;
Trapped inside your minds own eye,
you watch as you begin to die.
Forgetting right, remembering wrong,
I focus now on those I've harmed;
I want a chance to take it back,
and give you the life you should have had;
I am sorry I was not there,
selfish me how much I cared;
You both grew just grew up too fast,
before I knew it my life was past;
Now I sit all alone,
wondering where my life has gone;
Was I so selfish? my sins so great?
My soul cries out my heart still shakes;
Will you forgive my being late,
or the times I could not wait?;
So my precious little one;
now I am the vulnerable one;
At your mercy I beg you please;
just one more day is all I need;
I want a chance to make it right,
not just your day but entire life;
I'd take it back if I could,
and finish what was left undone;
Cloak of guilt hard to shed;
accountable to all who cared;
Sword of judgment in our hands;
if we fail to make amends;
So please let me turn back the time
and be at peace in my own mind.
Precious worth yon celestial treasure…
such is worshipping the Lord*, exalting His name
the Creator Who remains immutable
along His resplendent holiness
of radiant majesty
assuring mankind's eternal salvation.
Divine intimacy with the sovereign King…
such enthralls heart
in worshipping God Almighty
ruling by His infallible wisdom
vanquishing deception, doubt and despair
while guarding faith with heaven-sealed truth.
Gratitude grips the soul
such resounds in worshipping the Saviour
reaching mankind with His compassion
offering grace, mercy and peace
rescuing from sins’ guilt and wrath of hell
toward sharing His gift of love.
*Psalms 29:2 Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.
April 3, 2025
5th place, "YOUR CHOICE L" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/10/2025
Feeling like I can’t and you can
Cease to steady, my own hands
Trying to please, for affirmation
Seeing no potential in my creations
Knowing the result before beginning
Only finding pleasure, when, sinning
A sense of guilt, when raving mad
Imagining emotions, you may have had
Wearing your shoes, neglecting my own
Only escaping, when completely alone
Loving my neighbors and despising them too
Never quite catching, up to you
Beginning every day, with the same goal
Do something that matters, become, whole
Ending each night, at war with myself
Replaying my failures and emotions, felt
I always feel a twinge of anger,
a truck load of guilt,
and a dash of sorrow
whenever I think of her
But mostly nothing at all
My guess is all those year of
cuts to the bone
ingrown toenails
and broken bones
weren't quite
stitched up,
fixed up
and set -
right
She used to hit a racquetball
against those grungy, white walls
until she felt like she was going to puke
And then she'd do it all over again
She could hear the rebukes
of her own self loathing
in the echoes of those four
towering walls encasing her.
It would only make her hit harder
And I don't mean just the balls
Her screams were deafening
as they traveled roundtrip,
back into her pounding head -
but her words don't make a sound
Just like when she was a kid
I don't think she could tell you
how many times she's felt it,
smelt it,
delt with its silent cry
She says sometimes she feels like a cloud -
strolling along a fixed path in the sky
only the wind knows it's destined to go -
with no will of her own
No one to really care
Just like when she was a kid
I always feel a twinge of anger,
a truck load of guilt,
and a dash of sorrow
whenever I think of her
But mostly nothing at all
Probably because I care too much
Yes, I do care.
We're going to make it
She may have lost hope,
But I am determined
“It wasn’t me who voted them in.” He bleated, quite moronic.
“And all the lies we’re being told, I think I need a colonic.”
He looked around and gathered his thoughts, “I need to pen a missive,
To my local member, here in town, and it needs to be derisive.”
His needs lined up and in a row he smoothed the sheet for writing.
Nib to page, ink to flow, the Minister’s in for a smiting.
And as the words began to roll with sweet and honeyed menace,
The smile in his eyes began to show, he started, “My name’s Dennis.”
He listed off the promises made with a corresponding date
And coupled them with grievances to even out the slate.
He moaned and groaned and spouted steam. He really was quite grumpy.
And when he read it back again, he found his syntax lumpy.
Scrunch it up and start again, it surely must be proper.
With guilt to place and thoughts to sway, he breached a mental stopper.
And now, when Dennis wrote some more his thoughts and words were crystal.
Seven pages, neatly scrawled. What a delightful epistle.
Despite frustrations' angst
deliberately asserting human nature flaws
condemning me to languish in failure
my soul seeks the Saviour for His offered help
so by His grace, I can start serenely anew...
Now encouraged* to live joyously as His redeemed child
I claim victory with the power of His imputed righteousness.
Overcoming woes of downfalls
while missing excellent marks of success
I trust the supreme Creator for His pardon
to sanctify me from confessed iniquities and pride
enabling my ascent toward transformation mount...
Now having now the courage** to continue, leaving insecurities behind
I testify, "God is good all the time; all the time, God is good."
Restored from despair along divine healing bliss
grateful that from guilt graciously freed
to Christ, I cleave, fulfilling ministerial roles
persevering for mission’s achievement with kindness' cheer
while to the needy, willingly reaching-out...
Now having the privilege to serve as an encouragement
I strive to become a blessing in life-building pursuits.
Prevailing midst encouragement triumph
my heart indeed exalts the Lord
upheld as faith in Him increases
toward abounding stewardship-fruition
marked by servanthood-virtues, all thru His loving kindness...
Now courageously sharing the Gospel while facing crises
I ready myself, with gladness, for my Jesus' second coming.
*1Samuel 30:6And David was greatly distressed; ... but David encouraged himself in the LORD his God.
**Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
August 18, 2021
Edited on February 3, 2022
5th place, "Encourage" Free Verse Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 2/20/2022.
I'M DIFFERENT FROM YOU
I'm different from you
you won't understand why
you dont even see it
but knowing it makes me cry
I'm different from you
you ask what i mean
I tell you you're normal
a statement to you, obscene
I'm different from you
i feel lowly and ashamed
you ask how can that be
it's the result when you hold the blame
I'm different from you
hurt, alone and feel guilt
over nothing i've done
but a tower around me it's built
I'm different from you
how lucky for you i see
if you stood where i came from
you'd think different of me
I'm different from you
so the real me hides
i must guess at what's normal
and act so the fear in me subsides
I'm different from you
my story would make you doubt
simple humanity for one thing
and why this you never knew about
I'm different from you
right from the gate
my life was changed
it was already too late.
I'm different from you
I want to run and hide
So people don't see me
I do not like this ride
1/22/21