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Pumpkins, cornstalks, apples galore
Crisp leaves falling at the back door
Gentle twilight, breathless with song
Fall’s the season where I belong
Crimson maples and golden oaks
Quiet rhythms from God’s soft brushstrokes
Seasonal bliss comes on so strong
Fall’s the season where I belong
Honey sun climbs through cobalt skies
Faint wind speaks to the old and wise
Dew trickles weep for all that’s wrong
Fall’s the season where I belong
Mums in rust, auburn and ginger
Dusk’s moans couldn’t shock or injure
Blessings I’d like to prolong
Fall’s the season where I belong
Glistening stars in murky bliss
Shadows fade o’er October’s kiss
Splendor I’ll sing all my lifelong
Fall’s the season where I belong
Darkness has taken a hold of me
Sway away from me, you bat of blasphemy
Why did I give in to lust
That ended up turning me to dust?
You, only you are the one that I sincerely trust
I will try to not fail you this time
But, Lord, I need protection from the evil one and his sinister replies
I'm guilty for committing a sin crime
Your love won't drag me down in the sand of shadiness...
Your love will rise in me like the sunrise
Will You do me a favor and drive away my distress?
Thank you for allowing me to make some progress more or less
Lift your head off the desk of daunted dreariness
Don't walk away from your problems or they will pull you down
You are lost in the countless crowds...how did I end up in this ugly mess?
Don't say a word or someone will overhear our plan to escape this crazy town
But as long as you love me, dear
There is absolutely nothing to fear
So don't shed a tear
For, God and I are here
I can reflect happiness like a mirror
We weren't made to be in error
I know we feel like a glitch in a game
We aren't perfect and I don't expect you to be...
Let your wild, bizarre and reckless side of you be tame
I won't point fingers at you and our issues are nothing new
I'm Broken With Or Without You
I'm not better off without you
Don't you get the clue that I've been loving you true...I know heartless words injure
Forget and forgive and expect the unexpected - that's all we must do to have a finer future
I will be your cure
You and I will endure
Through it all
We have been thrown and kicked about like a beach ball
We all wandered in the gloom-gorged hall
I need you to hold
I need you to hold on
For you've had a hold on me
I have a heart to save you from this disaster we're in, baby
The shrouds of clouds are baby blue just like you
Listen...
Listen...
Glisten...
Glisten...
Hold me tight
Be a peace-holder
Don't tolerate this society's fight
Maybe You and I need to be bolder
But...we live as artists, mighty with amazing passion...
Zealous as the son that shines brighter than the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the son
Photos bomb social media.
While
Terrorists destroy livelihoods.
War rages from within.
Crashing rathe upon distant strangers; us...
Pictures reveal this through social networking.
A quite distant war becomes real—too extents.
Photo bombs drop atop crooked faces.
Suicide bombs disfigure and gravely injure a far out man and a groovy woman.
However,
These groves are not so far out.
Closer to home than the television thinks—
Maybe more problematic than depicted and possibly more galactic than photoshopped.
What is their left to do with this distant war?
Sir War, her majesty, governor of terror like substance—ruler of all.
King War . . .
Master War . . .
Will you bow your heads to such ungodly deity?
Or
Will you fight for your mental pictures of believed righteousness?
Let's take this down to size and ask me (the writer) what he would do.
I would photobomb every picture possible until everyone around me cannot help but to smile and laugh.
One thing I know for sure I would not do is...
Never would I ever bow down to Master War.
May 29, 2017
Contest: Form P
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Rarely Spoken Words
Rarely Spoken Words
"Please forgive me, I was wrong" --
" when I thought I was right "....
If you ever hear those
rarely spoken words keep
them near your soul...
If the person that spoke them without
coercing-stood strong against their ego-
Liken to a rare jewel, they are.
You can trust them to shine;
They have the fortitude of integrity
Which is the thread of friendship's lifeline
as they will be most unlikely to
deceive you in relationship's.
Those who be sprinkling fairy dust on their
mistakes, are not really sorry, they will
wound you all over, before you are
recuperated, they will injure you again.
You need stay clear.
Remove them like a dart in your heart.
From most you will never hear those
"Rarely Spoken Words"
“I apologize, my fault”
"My bad" - "You were right".
Unless spoken from a jail cell.!
Ensure you allude to all that has been recorded.
Every creature that has lived inside the rocks.
A long-forgotten former planet has appeared.
Awareness arises as we break the padlocks.
Electric fan blades are humming in a hot place.
When you're alone, and there's no oxygen.
Loneliness looms overall aped a pitiful prince.
Bedlam rises when commotion inside deepens.
Reveal if that's innocuous, or it may injure people.
Are words yet another excavation experience?
Is it feasible to resurrect a moribund principle?
Did you find it bothersome or maybe mysterious?
There is a hole where the hamster once paddled.
Since the snake hissed at it but didn't even eat it
As the animal lays on the floor, its insides splayed.
Earth has morphed into the fabric under the seat.
Besides birds, giant excavators lay on their palms.
Underneath, you may view mind-boggling and tangled traffic.
Yet, excavating a gigantic hole in the center of homes.
Let Earth deal with melting lakes or roving nomadic.
From the tenth balcony, the building site is visible.
A goliath, dead pit discharges light, fire, and vitality.
Quietness loaded up with facts yelled in din risible.
Coated with glass, gaze at a flying towel on a gallery.
Written: June 19, 2021
This or That, Vol 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
December 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 15-16
Key Verse – Revelation 15:1 And I saw another sign in heaven, great and marvellous, seven angels having the seven last plagues; for in them is filled up the wrath of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HEAVEN’S MARVELLOUSNESS
Lord God, You are my heaven’s Marvellousness
along Your graciousness-greatness
Thank You for being victorious over wickedness-filthiness
So just and true are Your ways of holiness-righteousness---
Keep me glorifying Your name in my worship’s zealousness.
Lord God, You are my heaven’s Marvellousness
along Your testimony
Thank You for being miraculous over plagues terribly many
So pure and white are Your angels with their disposition radiantly sunny---
Keep me entering into Your temple while in my Christian journey.
Lord God, You are my heaven’s Marvellousness
along Your merciful judgment
Thank You for being precious over Your saints and prophets’ achievement
So accommodating and inviting are Your altars of sacrifice-fulfillment---
Keep me giving to Your work through my ministry-involvement.
Lord God, You are my heaven’s Marvellousness
along Your voice of majesty
Thank You for being kind over grievous infirmity with Your healing’s surety
So numerous and varied are Your poured-out blessings of blissful certainty---
Keep me acknowledging Your goodness flowing with benefits’ bounty.
Lord God, You are my heaven’s Marvellousness
along Your cleansing sanctification
Thank You for being triumphant over battles against soul destruction
So vigilant and diligent are Your watchful eyes of protection---
Keep me abiding in Your will within Your place of perfection.
Lord God, You are my heaven’s Marvellousness
along Your throne’s grandeur
Thank You for being mighty over thunders, lightnings, earthquakes that injure
So gentle and patient are Your mercies despite wrath’s fierceness-danger---
Keep me clinging to Your peace as I linger in Your presence always longer.
Lord God, You are my heaven’s Marvellousness
along Your powerful name
Thank You for being bright over death and darkness’ gloomy fame
So caring and comforting are Your healings against pain of sinful shame---
Keep me preparing for Your coming with rewards to claim.
December 27, 2023
Oceans emotionally damage me,
Yet heal me from deep within
Commotions injure me so sweetly…
Regret leaving you once again
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Dry away the tears from my eyes
Hide away the shame of our lies
Words fade and hatred festers into awful pride
Fly away the fears of our lows and highs
Boy, how time flies
Words degrade us and dread enters deep inside
When we exchange our goodbyes
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
I’m devoted to a lonely state of mind
You’re an awesome find and we bind
Into this horrendous frame of heart
Heated up in here with fear, torn apart
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade today
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
I pray away the pain come what may and I wish you’d be here next to me
In the month of May,
I deliver my soul from dismay
In the month of May,
I die away, then I’m alive and dive into the waters of flames that fray my body
Our words fade away
Words degrade us and dread enters deep inside, disappearing exceedingly
When we exchange our wretched goodbyes
Decaying in the ruins and deepening my rivers, running oh so rapidly
When we engage in slumberless lullabies
Our words fade away
Dry away the tears from my eyes
Hide away the shame of our lies
Words fade and hatred festers into awful pride
Fly away the fears of our lows and highs
Words fade and my heart cries
Words fade and my mind tries
To make my lips smile a little longer, longing for a passionate kiss
It makes my friendships sink below the surface, above your shallow surface
Dedicated to the song: Vanish Into You by Lady Gaga
Nothing can make up for the hurt you get
When you're humiliated or in debt.
It certainly stirs a sour feeling of bitterness and regret
When realizing that trusting people is never a safe bet.
But the solution is not being indignant or upset.
Don't let people injure your vanity.
Or accept their deceit and abuse with alacrity.
What's life without dignity?
It's just a poor, useless soil
That crops nothing however hard you toil.
Don't let despair overwhelm your soul
And lead you to strange impressions.
Your spirit yearns for freedom not control.
So there is no need for concessions.
Just keep dignity as your lifelong goal.
These words and thoughts, they leave me ashamed,
Disgraced with the man that I am,
Disgraced and bound tight, unable to breathe,
Feeling as though I am damned,
And everyone wants a piece of my peace,
I feel like I’m smothered and tied,
I think everyone thinks I’m for their target shots,
To shoot at and injure inside,
You see, the lifestyle I lead, the leisure I love,
The things my heart and soul all yearn for,
My mind only wants to do all these things,
My mind thinks I’m a broken down whore,
And these moments recalled, souvenirs on my head,
All tattooed in ink to my brain,
They’ll never leave, never ease off the ache,
Forever filling me up with the pain.
Looking at the mirror with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamour gripping me with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack my sense of honor for me to defy time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor offering me gift that costs much pressure!
Now, I challenge you, my indolent suitor, upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color since my schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
Face now my determination fervor straightening your laziness-posture
I vanquish your terror that’s underestimating my devotion-measure
See how I combat fruitlessness’ horror in striving for a productive future
While trusting God with His grace-anchor, I press on by His might so sure!
Don’t shake me with doubts’ tremor; I confront you upon truth’s nurture
You'll be overtaken by my Conqueror… just prepare for a painful capture
Never dare me; you’re a deceitful actor trapped inside reality’s exposure
I’m controlled by the Victor Who has mastered very well human nature!
Along my stewardship’s armor, I smite you with discipline-censure
Having the Lord’s good favor... I win against your lethargic displeasure
Upheld by His strong succor, I subdue your destructive gesture
Trained by my champion Mentor... I arise toward faith-performance venture!
Thus, by diligence-motor, ...you, spirit of the sluggard*, I adjure
Yield to the task-commander’s tenor …follow work-ethics’ procedure
Escape from vanity’s galore …be prodded to toil and endure
Girded by hardships’ candor …stand up with zealousness-feature!
Opponent of losing savor, Surrender your worthless seizure for healthy cure
Accept that you’re beaten by genuine labor midst your impatience-tenure
I thank my Savior for righteous valor making me win on persistence juncture
Guided constantly by the Director, I persist in His triumphant service-pasture!
*Proverbs 13:4 The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.
June 11, 2018
Edited on December 18, 2018
1st place, "Bunny Jump Honey Lump Funny Chump" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 12/31/2018.