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Fear a distressed emotion brought on by the belief that something dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat will occur. It only gains strength when you feed it faith. Growing into an outrageous ember, igniting every corner of hope it’s flames chase. It’s the unconscious decision to give up and for lack of better words, screw faith. But it’s in those moments we need to lock in, steady our ground, to again mount the horse of life before, untrue lies pull us back down. Using lessons as tools, from past trials that were fear derived. Turning them into hope as our hope is what keeps our faith alive. Some tracks are rocky, not always smooth.. If it was just flat, there would be no need for hope or faith within this life for flesh covered fools. It’s the hardships and heartaches that germinate our seeds, for faith, to bloom. I always lean harder into mine, when every other turn I manage to take, leads me to a dead-end, where fear and anger ruminate. It’s in those moments I beg for the spirit of uncertainty to relinquish my lack of faith, replace it with trust that everything, even on our worst days, will be ok just don’t invite fear to play.
MISERY---
Upon my knee;
I pray for relief;
I feel the pangs and pains;
...of misery
Offen my eyes shed tears;
Tears that run towards my ears;
Found in those fears;
Engulfing me in shear...misery
Compelling me;
In a state of accomplish anxiety;
Premature human depravity;
I state feelings of great distress;
Hardships anguish tormented angst;
I pray for relief;
I feel the pangs and pains;
...of misery
My sin place me in my own distress and discomfort;
Pains brought on by my bad choices
Afflictions, misfortune;
Sorrow's burdens;
Hardships tribulation;
Runs amok through the nations;
Humanity torment melancholy;
Unrighteous low spirits;
Sorrow burdens woe
I feel the pangs and pains;
...of misery
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Science fiction writers formulate countless stories of trips to the stars.
Telling us about adventures to planets like Venus and Mars.
All their tales take us into a future time and place.
In each of them, courageous pioneers venture into space.
Riding inside their contraptions, they send us to places that are new.
Wandering into the far reaches beyond our sky of blue.
Advancing into worlds very much different from our own.
Yeoman tasks from raw unmitigated courage are grown.
Tomorrow’s space travel is quite enlightening.
Often at times, it can also be frightening.
They may encounter alien beings with greater intelligence.
However, our pioneers may meet those with hideous appearance.
Either way, we advance our knowledge of the universe with experience.
Striving constantly to push the knowledge of our universe.
Taking on challenges of great proportions for better or worse.
All rise to deal with the hardships that may arise.
Roving into strange territories of infinite size.
Seeing for the first time with their very own eyes.
Robert Pettit for Linda-Marie’s “Stairway to the Stars” acrostic challenge
A heart of dark sentiments!
What did my dark periscope see?
A misogynistic judge presiding over a case;
An interesting case of
A woman who reneged midway on a pact.
I was but a witness lest you be curious
Why I stood so still.
Prior, I saw her mixing the colours of abuse;
A sweetheart's leprous weapon of bitterness
Enshrined in a soul bequeathed to grave.
The jury conspired to lay waste of an innocent woman
On account of murder.
The evidence they held was red paint spilled on her white shirt.
She looked down to find a word,
Even one to utter in her defence.
I stood stock-still to witness and testify against
The life of a girl child on a crime I never saw.
It was just as poets wrote and painters drew,
A life of unsolicited hardships.
No-one shared her plight.
It was as though an artist who knew not what to write or paint
Made an image and brought it to life,
But cared neither to pray nor dared to fight
Until it became a historian's lost note,
The authenticity of which no-one dared to confirm.
Her only crime was being born a woman.
She could choose otherwise had she but a choice.
The 'guilty' verdict came crushing on the women's doormat.
They came with chains of oppression;
To oppress and control!
I shed my last tears for the ruined life.
She sighed and made her voice ready to wail.
She held her pride unshaken and uttered the very words:
Because I am a woman,
I plead guilty as charged.
What
The man across the street beats his wife.
The woman on the left side cheats, on Wednesdays.
The man and his wife in back, well… it is a sad deal.
Their children are on drugs and steal all that they can.
What can I say? What should I do?
Lord, I kneel on bended knee, I have no idea where to begin.
My own list is a mile long. I have done this, I have done that.
I am sorry. I will probably do it all again.
I am weak, and full of fault.
I ask humbly for guidance. Lead me on the path.
Your light shine before me, that my feet will know the way.
My heart will be still, as I know there is no need to fear.
Danger is real, all else is waste.
You have created all things, including me,
and I am small. My value… worthy…
as I have read your WORD!
Now I move on down the list, my family it is a mess.
This one is getting married, that one is going off to war.
Children with hardships, yet not understood…
Parents faced with disaster, the death of dreams.
Lives stolen by chance, directed by higher-ups.
Lineless nations, angry people, sad historians weep.
Still, I am here. My head is bowed.
Each day a lesson, sun sets and sun will rise,
Time we embrace, with courage to ascend,
To be or do better, with clear, steady eyes.
Our will, our choice, our resolve that defies,
Strength drawn from moments we seek to amend,
Each day a lesson, sun sets and sun will rise.
We falter, we triumph, we dance under skies,
Sin we may, yet through trials, we won’t bend,
To be or do better, with clear, steady eyes.
Though hurdles appear and hopes may seem lies,
We press on, through hardships that life may send,
Each day a lesson, sun sets and sun will rise.
In tragedy’s shadow, compassion applies,
Revealing true souls both pure and pretend,
To be or do better, with clear, steady eyes.
Love remains free, wanting hearts’ subtle ties,
A flame in the dark, on which we depend,
Each day a lesson, sun sets and sun will rise,
To be or do better, with clear, steady eyes.
My share of mistakes I have made,
Detours I’ve taken, dues I’ve paid.
In dubious company I’ve found friends,
Indecision followed the best-laid plans.
Loneliness has rushed me into love,
Courting heartbreaks and a cold rebuff.
By my errant mind I was ill prepared,
For Fortune’s intentions undeclared.
Ample time has been idled away,
For pleasures that indulged no delay.
The crowd’s folly too quick to chide,
Long have I stayed on the outside.
For triumphs by discipline not groomed,
To small victories by apathy doomed.
Half-hearted dreams were left to rust,
In random luck I’ve placed my trust.
A few hardships I have gamely braved,
Too little done for the freedom craved.
All these I confess to you, my son,
My past a gift to my dearest one.
Not one of the mistakes I’ll regret,
If by my lessons you’re better led.
As you embark on life’s great race,
I hope my steps you won’t retrace.
I found you crying in a doorway, all alone,
whimpering while singing your doll a song.
You're so young, child, to be on your own,
and yet, I can tell, you're brave and strong.
I whispered softly to her, You're safe with me.
I will not leave your side through the night,
and from this day on your life will be carefree.
Little one, I promise, everything will be alright.
Chorus:
Gently now, gently, I'll hold you in my arms
Close your weary eyes, my sweet little dove.
Gently now, gently, you'll be safe from harms.
What you need more than anything is love.
By morning, your sorrow will have disappeared
and everything will become so much brighter.
I promise there is nothing more to be feared.
No hardships to endure, your burdens, lighter.
I will be at your side, protecting you, always.
You can trust me for I'll think of you as mine,
and your life will be filled with beautiful days.
You'll be a glowing star in my sky, my sunshine.
Chorus:
Gently now, gently, I'll hold you in my arms
Close your weary eyes, my sweet little dove.
Gently now, gently, you'll be safe from harms
What you need more than anything is love.
Gently now, gently, I'll rock you 'til you sleep
Gently now, gently, I'll dry the tears you weep
August 29, 2020
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Born under the watch of disinterested Gods,
in a wretched house, I survived all the odds.
I overcame hardships, brutal and untold,
outlasting deprivation, outlasting the cold.
Into an unwelcoming world I was thrust,
where ashes become ashes, and dust turns to dust.
But life was for living. I attacked it with zeal,
I embarked on a quest, all pleasures to feel.
I discovered knowledge and a beauty so fair -
she was bright as a candle, and soft as prayer.
In those times of enchantment, in those times of lust,
I never thought I would, one day, turn to dust.
I've crossed many bridges. I've slain a dragon.
But these feats pale to when I hitched my wagon
to the ravishing heart and soul of my life,
the lady who said, "Yes" when I said, "Be my wife".
The best thing I ever did was to gain her trust
and I promised marriage "till I turn to dust".
The years disappeared like leaves falling from trees,
and old age brought this proud man to his knees.
When one's time is up, that's the time one must go,
When the leaves are all gone, and they're buried in snow,
it's the hour to say goodbye as we all must,
and return to the earth as a body to dust.
In this dust, where my corpse is now intermixed,
I have good company about and betwixt.
I'm with kings and queens, and the leaders of men,
with scientists and poets who wrote with their pens,
and as the wind awakens in a great gust,
we rise up together, all of us turned to dust.
(fear not stalwart reader, the sword of Damocles just grazed thy chest when fate found us a place to call home).
to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today i.e. about two years ago (end of rope rhyme rote
approximately deux orbitz round the sun),
i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych ass under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why death be not proud
when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled
from the womb, his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward
of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal dna wash.