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Joseph dreamed he would be
A leader, a superior, a head,
The one who his brothers bowed
To, humbled by the fate that was his,
The destiny, vibrant in hues of blessings,
Rich with insight into the everlasting
Peace and promise, the yearnings
Brought into his young heart by the
Heavenly Father, who he worshipped
Joseph was a dreamer and a believer
He sought the One who heals us,
The One who fulfills us and inspires us
To listen to His wisdom, His inklings
The wonders of His kingdom,
His ability to feed us with the bread of life,
Quench our thirst with the living water,
Brighten our thoughts with His goodness,
Pour out joy through our moments,
Send down hope into our darkness
Joseph was never more blessed
Than when He was walking the road
Toward fulfilling his destiny,
His purpose for living and giving
Back to the One who made him, the One
Who gave Him a love beyond jubilant,
A love that was true and beautiful,
A love that never questioned the reason
For the spirit’s gift – his dream –
Fulfilled, his purpose – succeeded,
His light shimmering through the night,
Brilliant as the stars and glowing
Like the moon who had always known
He would someday see the glory,
The joy – in all his dreams come true,
The realization of his calling –
Bringing life to those who need his charms,
His wisdom and truth, the miracle
Brought to him by the God of the universe
Joseph was a dreamer and a believer
Who would one day know the peace
That comes from never giving in to grief
Never letting doubt discourage hope
And always knowing that, with God…
Anything – absolutely anything –
Is possible!
– so keep dreaming and
Believing – time will see your dreams
Changed into the reality that is your blessing
From the God who gave each heart
The hope, the faith – to simply believe!
Genesis 37:5 KJV - And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren: and they hated him yet the more.
For who is God, but the Lord?
the God of wonders who is glorious
He the rock of ages never fails
always striding forth so victorious
This God brought me His strength
making blameless the route of my way
pointing me in His sure direction
proving to myself this God my stay
My feet God's made like dear's feet
took me up high setting myself secure
gives training so my hands are warlike
and ready for all it takes to endure
My Lord has given me salvation's shield
with His right hand there for support
receiving the Lord's gentleness makes me great
so my steps didn't slip standing in God's court
Fighting my enemies overtaking them
turning never back till they're beat
deal with them so they'll never rise
falling down right under my feet
God equipped only with His strength
so I'll be able to defeat those that oppose
they hated God's own but they fell
under God's power came upon His foes
(For who is God, but the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God?—
the God who equipped me with strength
and made my way blameless.
He made my feet like the feet of a deer
and set me secure on the heights.
He trains my hands for war,
so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
You have given me the shield of your salvation,
and your right hand supported me,
and your gentleness made me great.
You gave a wide place for my steps under me,
and my feet did not slip.
I pursued my enemies and overtook them,
and did not turn back till they were consumed.
I thrust them through so that they were not able to rise;
they fell under my feet.
For you equipped me with strength for the battle;
you made those who rise against me sink under me.
You made my enemies turn their backs to me,
and those who hated me I destroyed.)
Psalm 18: 31-40 (ESV)
I'm sorry I'm not perfect
That I mess up and make mistakes
I'm sorry that I don't care
I'm sorry that you hate me
For how much I've changed
From all the pain that you have caused me
I'm sorry that I lied; I do care
And I'm sorry that I let you get to me
I'm sorry I never told you how I feel
How awkward it was alone with you
And how I could never find my voice
I'm sorry that I'm too nice, too forgiving as you've said
I'm sorry that you hate me for not forgiving you
After that night you made me break down
When you claimed you found my breaking point; something you didn't have
I'm sorry I gave you the power to hurt me
Which you always did
And even when I thought you didn't, you did know
I'm sorry your feelings were the only important things at the end of the day
And that you would hurt others just to hurt me
I'm sorry that you lied and made me doubt
Everything and everyone
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you
Only because you always pushed me away
I'm sorry for disappointing you; for apologizing
Even though you hated it
Most of all, I'm not sorry we're no longer friends
Just sorry I never said goodbye
The Vale of Revulsion
There is a vale adjacent between the village and the hill farms
where people had given up their constant struggle with poverty
and of moved to France or the USA.
I walked into this neglected vale with my dog that usually
walked in front of me, this time she walked behind, not sure if
she should take flight or stay loyal, it was a place of fear and silence
a place where nature hated the humans and no bird thrilled.
There was no fox or rabbits here, the tree had bark that stung
I was petrified, behind bushes sensed monsters that only appear in a child´s nightmare.
My knees buckled; the temptation was to sink on my knees
and give in to terror, I walked on, and finally, we came to the main road.
I sat on a stone at the entrance of this nemesis of a future.
We walked home the dog and me, and as usual, she was in front of me, feeling unafraid of life
The Christmas Pies
His manner was crusty and grouchy, hunched over, he looked very slouchy
Instead of good cheer he was happy when someone would cry
He hated each time it was snowing and some chubby elf ho ho hoing
And wished that the reindeer he owned never learned how to fly
No tinsel and light for adoring, he found it incredibly boring
And presents with ribbons and bows he would just never buy
Then one day when he was out walking, complaining inside, steady squawking
Up there on a window sill something real sweet he did spy
He figured it would be quite funny, and that’s where this poem gets punny
He reached up and ran off with some little kid’s Christmas pie
He ate till his stomach was hurting and all that he ate came out blurting
Now rolling in pain he cried out that he wished he could die
When up strolled the little kid playing and seeing what he was displaying
He wanted to help him he knew that he just had to try
He helped him up, showed he was caring, the old man just constantly staring
He couldn’t believe that a tear slowly formed in his eye
“I know that you heard I was yelping, but I can’t believe you are helping
A man who has stolen a treat that you’ve come to rely”
He answered his voice was so mellow, to this quite unfortunate fellow
That lending a hand to the needy, the season was nigh
So off to the bakery strolling, while church bells in steeples were tolling
He pointed and picked every flavor that he could surmise
Then to this young boy he delivered, a smile on his face it now quivered
A dozen or more wrapped in bows, freshly baked Christmas pies
Written for Michelle Faulkner’s Punny Holiday Pies Poetry Contest.
The title I chose was "The Pie who stole Christmas"
However, I could not keep it in the confines of the 20 line limit in the contest.
So, I thought I’d share it with you anyway. No sense wasting a poem.
Have I Ever Told You That………
Although I hated the ground that you
walked on
I hope that you have walked on green
pastures of love.
Have I told you that…….
Even though you tried to break me I
didn’t break
I hope that your spirit crushing days are
a thing of the past
Have I told you that……..
I wished with all my heart that your days
were numbered soon
Now I hope that you have a loving a fruitful
life
Have I told you that………….
When I stopped loathing the ground you
walked on is when……………………
I really started to live because I let get go
of the hate that had me bound.
Have I ever told you that………..
When I replaced hate with love I was able
to forgive you for the pain you caused me.
And now I’m walking in freedom.
Inspired By The” Have I Ever Told You That”
Contest
11/11/2029
Josie was an adorable girl, soft and quiet. She rarely spoke harsh words. Her words were like honey, sweet, and mellifluous. Even as a child, she won hearts with her nectar-like words and gentle nature.
mellifluous words
like sweet nectar and honey
win everyone’s hearts
As Josie grew up, she had to face a lot of disappointments, hurts, and bitterness. Her sweet nature was trampled by the ways of the world. She began to experience anger and sadness. Her words were clipped like sharp bullets, doing damage to all those around her. People began to wonder whether this was the same innocent, angel-like Josie.
words like sharp bullets
tear through hearts and leave deep scars
unretractable
Josie knew that she hurt other people and she cried within. She hated spreading her bitterness, but what could she do? She prayed to the Lord and asked forgiveness, prayed for strength to face the challenges of life and to remove her bitterness. She regretted ever having spoken harshly and went and asked those people to forgive her, which they readily did. She felt at peace and strove to spread love, peace, and joy around her. For she realised that words have immense power, and once spoken, can never be taken back. They leave unforgettable, lasting impressions.
think before you speak
words have a lasting impact
we’ll be judged by them
12.11.2021
{Matthew 12:35-37 - A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things.
But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment.
For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.}
For Charles Messina's "Haibun - with a message" contest
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
Tonight
Midnight sky shimmer and glimmer…
Shimmer and glimmer…
Stars and scars won’t mend me yet
Yet, I’m nervouscited…
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
Tonight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
Tonight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
Tonight
Make up your mind
Have sex and be blind
Losing it all in the head
Having you-know-what with dread
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
Tonight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
Tonight
Taking the blame and exhausted to the core
Jaded and hated…faded and tainted with love
Lights of delight…make up your mind…
Make up your mind
Make up your mind
Sober, thank God it’s over
How could I attach the glazing grace to my heart?
Here I am…hear me out…
I made it up to you and does that matter to you at all?
STANDING TALL. GIVE IT YOUR ALL.
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
Tonight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
I’m losing sight
Tonight
Rebellious and the little things make you drift away…
Alone…alone…
Are you on your own?
PAs or Care Agency?
The thing that you need most if you’re disabled,
Is respect and control when you’re being assisted,
‘Cos you have a distance from your personal tasks,
Sometimes from birth, so you just need extended.
PAs respect, cherish and give you freedom totally,
When they’re caring or simply just standing by,
And because you choose them by interview,
Friendship’s possible, and they can maybe say hi.
However, if you want banter or direction,
Home care from a care agency is right,
Because they'll help you move and function,
Letting you overcome a confusing night.
They talk about their families instantly,
And the films and shows that they've seen,
And if they can, they'll talk about nutrition,
Give you a clue about what grams mean.
But, I have to say, they’re very often grouchy,
If you ask for something new or different,
And there’s domineering carer-types that chide,
Who want to control what’s your entitlement.
I had PAs for approximately seven years,
But I think my mum hated them, though silently,
Because they loved and treasured me and my beliefs,
Which objectified in proclivities to live fluently.
I hope that one day I leave the home care system,
It’s not for disabled people anyway, just the elderly,
Who are accustomed to their own home environment,
So care visits for them are fine most definitely.
I don't like not being free to live my own life,
Eating and all else just when they come, are here,
And sometimes I need something when they’re gone,
When I’m alone, by myself, to shrink and fear.
I was not hated
because of that
and cannot understand
how anyone was
I was not taught
that I must fear
that others would hate me
because of that
in simple days when I was young
and I would play in bright sun
fields of green and flowers bright
and simple joys of the young
I friends and I all would play
on every day joy had we
until the day where we would part
and I did go where they did not
I was taught by adults
what to believe and what was right
and what to do on a day
where the others still would play
of my friends someone come
and some others they would not
and the rift between us grew
and some would hate us because we did
and when we went we were taught
of the story of who we were
of the hatred that others held
and of all the violence our history held
taught of how others did hate
and some of us they would kill
because they did not understand
we were the same as our fellow man
our people hunted and driven forth
tarred and feathered and houses burned
cast into prison without charge
where the mobs would come and kill
and as I grew I did learn
of the truth of the words
I was hated for my beliefs
and persecuted because of them
there were jobs I could not have
and opportunities denied to me
places where I could not go
and many things I could not do
I was taught to understand
to be a friend of all mankind
to never hate for who they were
that we all my brothers be
no I do not understand
why they are hated because of that
and could never know how it was
to be hated because of that
but I have learned that hate runs free
and is done for many of the things
because of beliefs and differences
and of things we did not choose
oh that we might choose to be
full of love for everyone
accepting of the differences in
who we are and what we may be