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There long ago was soul,
Daring and bold,
Who shifted more weight than was told.
They made available themselves props
For the battles they immobilized and noticed
Their power taking hold.
Give yourself props, don't delay
You've achieved every step of your way.
When you delay and take heed
You'll see your own bull's eye
Has carried you day after day.
"Give yourself props, don't be reserved-
You endured what they swore you'd deny.
When you stop and take note of the strife you
Out-wrote
You'll see you're the reason you fly
Give yourself props- funny thing
How we clap for the minuscule of wins.
But the truth that you miss is you've
Interacted all this-
With grace that deserves violins.
The power of one is not about just someone
Acting alone
It's the power that one person has
When stepping out of comfort zones
It's the power that comes from trusting
And having faith in the Lord God
It's the power of sacrifice
and giving from the heart
So many times we doubt our ability
To make a difference in life
But in the grand scheme we need to realize
That we have a gift from Christ
As God has a greater purpose for us
In His master plan
And your gift is important
As it comes from His hands
Just realize that you might not be the star
But a part of the supporting cast
And your gift is a needed contribution
For the project to be completed at last
God has given you a gift
And its for you to share
Don't think you're insignificant
And don't feel like a spare
For its not how you want to live
Its how God guides your life
Yes you can make a difference
Just trust in the Lord Christ
You might not have been the surgeon
But the nurse who dispensed the medication
You might not have been the producer
But the one who gave the film direction
Understand that opportunities to showcase the gift
That God gave to you
Will come at appointed times
For you to do what you must do
And don't allow that 4 letter word known as fear
Keep you immobilized and standing scared
For you have love, a sound mind and the power of one
Don't let anybody tell you that it cannot be done
Never forget who you are as a child of the King
No longer stuck on stupid never accomplishing anything
Now to be like Queen Esther who stepped out on faith
For such a time as this
To enter the king's chamber her opportunity
Not to missed
And even knowing that she could perish
And lose it all
She took her gift her power of one
And answered her God call
And still today we honor Queen Esther
For her courage and faith in the Lord
She took her power of one and got on board
Possessing intentionality, purpose
And a decisive spirit
She went to save her people
And by the grace of God she did it
I have neither the time, wherewithal or energy to find myself again
Lost in the bowels of my hovel, I am too exhausted to begin the hunt
Piles of clothing, empty boxes, bags of junk, have immobilized me
If I was younger, if I had more energy, if I had more time.
Excuses keep me immobile, immovable, in a sloth-like state
How did this place get to be such a hoarder’s nightmare?
My breathing is difficult in coming, I feel sick most of the time
The real me died a long time ago, under this disgusting meat suit
I am too sick, my arthritis is kicking in, I can feel my asthma
More excuses, I stop writing, I stop painting, I sit in a recliner
Clicking a TV remote over and over and over
Binge watching TV shows that put me to sleep
After my nap, I might begin, I think, but I do not
I am lost, in the bowels of inertia and lethargic apathy.
The new me is no go-getter, more of a me-loser.
If I do not want to lose myself completely, I had better change.
How do I live since the plaqued of calamity bound me like straight jacket making me
unproductive and immobile. My heart echoing my cries and tears saturated my face
like perspiration. I am sinking in the sea of despair and where is my buoy. How can I
rescue my self from drowning in the ocean of misery. My body emerges in the body
of water, but my head float on top - giving me hope that I might not drown at all.
But, fear has paralyzed me from swimming; thus, I am stagnant. How do I swim to
shore to success when I am immobilized from terror. How do I save my self when my
extremities are lifeless... but the desire in my heart to be rescued is strong. But who
is going to save me from drowning, is it me or someone else?
Whether virtual or actual paths cross,
aye great thee ahoy
no fear Mademoiselle or Monsieur,
thy harried style haint cloy
rather, when embarking
on introductory acquaintance
ship, aye employ
swiftly tailored indistinguishable,
asper this wordsmith mebbe goy
or Jew, yet genealogically
thine Semitic lineage,
unknown descendants begat,
one generation after
stitched another thread,
whence warp and woof, sans dat
(moth eaten tattered wool worth
coat of arms), twas slim and/or fat
chance biologic dice throw
adumbrated me Matt,
a skinny, quirky,
and nerdy kid, who sat
alone during lunchtime
at school pained, plagued,
and pronounced with extreme,
where introversion didst agitate
chronic state of misery being alive
immobilized, hogtied, and forfeited
natural predilection
to discover and create
heterosexual relationships,
viz interpersonal experiences
re: raison to date
initial intimate rapport
(anxiety fraught) fate
full situation with a gal
giving her good grief great
(yes, twas Maryann Sage),
who understandably became irate
predicated on lack
of mine demonstrative affection
quickly becoming an unsuitable mate
though now in retrospect
(hindsight always 20/20)
a sudden resurgent spate
finds remembrance of things passed
(with her) engendering
cerebral tete a tete
rankling memories,
hence for death aye cannot wait!
"Black Ice"
Sorrow flows from the first sunrise
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before
At core death awaits
- laughing while she begs for clemency!
In her eyes, fault is found in every sunset
- after coming down from cloud nine.
Impossible to move --- her body stiffen
That very moment, a precious Waltz - Expires!
Coldplay and winter mist set in
Ruins of love clinch an endless echo
- taunting the very merry memory.
The auditory sensation of broken trust
- stride across the way.
Icing every thought in a sullen, cold rink.
She fell - She crumbled
- In a world where hope once existed
Today, she will sway alone without a lullaby
In a room with no warmth
One time a sweet symphony, now a sour moon
At last, a different tune begins to fiddle
As she grooms the icicles in her room.
On every mid-moon, she stares and stares
towards the old shriveled lipstick on his pillow
Unseen coldness, unsatisfied, incomplete tears
She can feel the complete braille of hate
--- cascade around the emptiness
Throughout her poise frostbite travels in
Midnight Summer dreams are near an end
Autumn bones covered by winter sleet
A deadly force condemns all because of one
Lost years crumbled like an avalanche
Way deep down inside.......
She paints the rain like no other heartache
Leaving winter residue behind every step
"Black Ice" sits close to the cold canvas on her pale
If you seek closely, she is there
Immobilized in a waltz, in a waltz, in a waltz
Never to linger or trust
The "HE" that spoke of love, then melted away
~*~
On The Lighthouse Watch
From the ocean floor rocks grew over time
Reached the surface, gray black boulders on the day peeked through
Open air exposed them as they spiraled up in jagged angles
They came to inspire lighthouse, beams of light and dreams
Blasting across the skies and seas, across the universe immortalized
Across the bows of ships and fleets of war with scores to settle
Inevitably, eventually, to retreat into the sea
Restoring, reassuring nature’s paths of life and light on ocean top
Solid as the foundation’s rocks that hold it steady in the storm
A warning beacon kept by a castle keeps old man
Who tends his lights like shepherds mind their sheep
Reaching out forever, rolling on the mist of tranquility
Holding sky and unencumbered seas immobilized within its boundaries
Keeper on the walls keeps watch for gradual movements of gravitation
Their names evolve as ingredients for a storm
The forces here named as follows; wave and wind
When woken from the sea they wake as fierce and dangerous
Their elements congregate to raw obedience as time and tide repeat
Watchers of the definable lighthouse hold unflappable
Bashing waves withdrawal like flooding tears
Streaming down the cheeks of etched out rocks
The one bright flashing eye of light, does not cry
It penetrates the darkest nights and wildest storm
And holds back imposing waves once more
Anguished pained introvertedness
choked, immobilized, paralyzed...
rigor mortis frozen state held sway
over mine adolescent body as if...
scared to death upon unavoidable
close encounter (perhaps maybe
third time within same number of
days), sans wretched mortified
inevitable orbit, this bodily Earth-
ling on trajectory to intersect app
roach ching young pretty thang
invoking atavistic stir of echoes
invariably prayed for golden glo-
bull opportunity caught unaware
this thunderstruck, lovestruck,
dumbstruck, nerdy kid, suddenly
emotionally blindsided for naked
lunch aflame with unspeakable
embarrassment rendering me to
blush the color of port wine, yet
miserable cowardice overtook me
the stunning aesthetic of female
attraction totally oblivious dweeb
experienced head over heels heart
stopping pang of primal hunger
(game to spill forth endearments)
simply nonplussed, transfixed,
predicated...by beguiling, enticing,
intoxicating...vision before these
brown eyes (despite myopia), who
diverted stone faced countenance
within fleeting second, when risk
into uncomfortable zone (asphyxia
more welcomed at that moment),
when likelihood of rejection out
bid any feeble attempt to muster
even a broken smile, which oft re:
curr ring defeat summoning forth
even a meek utterance rents mine
psyche asunder even to this living
instant, where flashbacks remind
this sensate being, asper the scent
of a young woman countless times
ideal circumstance left to wither on
figurative vine suppressed vitality
stunting psychological branching
developing only withering shoots,
forever atrophied, gnarled, tangled...
constricting functioning, warranting
a machete to clear cut dead growth!
The Turkey’s Revenge
The lights went out…..slowly
…….at first
then
…….they dropped like flies
…………in a sudden frost.
Immobilized
…..succumbing
……to the inexorable end.
Slowing movements
…..lowered respiration rates
…Soft sighs of satiation
Building….in a muted rumble
….rising to a roaring
…..Snore….
Parades went by
…….games were played
….taunting texts unanswered
Pictures..
……..will be posted
……..of the Turkey’s Revenge
..the bane of Tryptophan’s
Napping victims
………..dreaming
……of uncut pies
…………awaiting their fate.
John G. Lawless
11/28/2015
Killing occurs in front of kids on crowded streets
When every conflict ends in senseless violence
And fear takes stage as death becomes routine
Looking for a meaning where one does not exist
It spreads far and wide jolting every corner of life
Inside churches, schools, and spaces in between
Where unthinkable happens attacking humanity
Probing each time why guns are sold like candy
Hearing their cries, tears reign saddened eyes
Those who didn't die asking why they survived
As the nation drowns in grief one more time
Immobilized, witnessing end of innocent lives
Friends they saw that day left without goodbye
Conversations interrupted filling in the blanks
Words unsaid cower listening to heart demur
Repulsed by ugliness, clinging to solemn faith
Protests mount louder in the halls of Congress
Students deploy eloquence to confront inaction
Hearing again falsity nation has heard before
Fear gets replaced by a resolve to find answers
Millions have been counted as vocal protesters
Speaking intelligently to challenge lawmakers
Awakening goodness of freedom loving angels
Looking for our voice, to hear how much we care
Every movement relies on the goodwill of citizens
Its success originates in a rational conversation
Decipher again the words of second amendment
Nothing there envisions a bullet ridden nation
April 1, 2018
Social justice contest by John Hamilton
Societal discontent by Brendan Simons