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Isaiah 64:8 "Yet, oh Lord, You are our Father. We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."
Intro -
(Verse 1)
I've lost touch with all the things that make You real
Could be the reason why I'm just not sure
Of how I feel inside without You
All the stirrings and the hunger in my soul
Is only now replaced by carelessness
And guilt of who I am and used to be
And becoming the reflection that I see
I am.
(Verse 2)
It's taken all my life to insulate my heart
I've surrounded it with walls of words
And fortresses of self-deception
All the battles that I waged within my world
Were only vain attempts to help myself
Believe that I was changing deep inside
But all I did was find new ways to hide
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am.
(Verse 3)
Is there method to the madness in my life?
All the mortar that I've built upon
Has crumbled to my feet before me
Knowing countless are the times I've turned away
Finding temporary refuge in
The things that I could spend my senses on
Hoping when I turned I'd find the one
I am.
(Verse 4)
I have loved and lost so much as someone new
Hoping others would be taken with
The person that they wanted me to be
Living for the things they couldn't see
And not the Truth my Lord had shown to me
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in Your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am.
Solo Break -
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am ...
This man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
Re-create the one
Re-create the one
I am.
Outro -
Copyright 2002 Tsahaylu Music - ASCAP
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain
No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed
madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened bread
(i.e. matzo) lacks yeast.
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy (Etsy) as add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy, plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller wannabe at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching consumer cellular
skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Alternately titled inferiority
complex since little boy
oft times ponder what
afterlife like beyond far horizon ahoy...
No matter scarce giddiness wave
did carry and buoy yours truly aloft
analogous to dwell amidst
hermetically sealed croft,
imagining small rented farm,
especially one in Scotland
comprising plot of arable land
attached to house,
where hat o' this gentleman doffed,
Thence beckoning thee
to get comfortably numb
nurse cocktail I doctor, ah yea
with good n plenti of rum
lamenting mein kampf
worth ordinarily absolute zero
on par with being
a harmless no good bum
reflecting scores of lapsed years
since bing hard school of knocks alum
lionizing American south antebellum,
Pace of existence found one
idyllic I exclaim
casually sauntering along,
quite welcoming if one lame
especially inviting nineteenth
century hamlet fictitious place name
crafted within A Stop At Willoughby
(think or Google twilight zone
Season 1 Episode 30), where
main character shed his shame,
I too could easily capitulate
if/when time travel will encapsulate
one to journey where simply
livingsocial appeared exotic and great,
versus twenty first century Schwenksville
specifically Highland Manor
each and every resident doth insulate
her/himself within four walls
affixed with memories,
a long gone mate
similar to mine nonagenarian papa,
whose spouse Harriet,
a prior poem
I did poetically narrate,
which rancor hardened filial me obdurate
considerably decreased, yet revisit loss,
now jars thee noggin o' this primate
smoldering resentment - a human trait
did poison when mother at death's door
objection to accursed
disease did undulate
within her cancerous kindled,
riddled, wasted body joie de vivre
loathsome beast could
never invalid date
grim reaper would not wait,
her passing fourteen
and half orbitz ago
Withheld a hug I never gave
presently wince with sorrow,
yours truly never forgave
himself eternal repentance within mine
soul asylum as unseen knife doth engrave
mine mean deprivation
bajillion miles separated us
unconditional love all she did crave.
No secret the Don did abrogate,
his strict ban barring employees to acclimate
themselves, to live within United States
legal tender, and accommodate
themselves comfortably anonymous,
though "NOT FAKE," but accurate
reliable, trustworthy, et cetera
resources who did activate
my awareness, his hired hands receive adequate
pay, (perhaps greater than minimum wage),
despite the fact he does vehemently administrate,
adulterate presidential decrees, and thus
passively advocate, those supposed:
intruders, marauders, and pillagers
(rapists thrown in for good measure),
thus being party to affiliate
with contrary doctrine makes
him more than a flagrant hypocrite
since such migrant fiasco does aggravate
me as well as innocent lives that aggregate
within a country, whose motto rather than alienate
purportedly offered sanctuary:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse
of your teeming shore."
No excessive effort needed to insulate,
expedite and ameliorate
the woeful plight of ordinary peoples,
whose culture club, those very
governments aim to annihilate
driving a figurative wedge (gee),
I decided to annunciate
(a spurious whim), and suspensefully anticipate
if affection toward asylum seekers will arise
decrying duplicitous action (exhibited by
commander in chief), undoubtedly
other citizens do not appreciate
(minus the bajillion dollars purposelessly
allocated to erect a skyhigh wall,
when more humanely appropriate
measures beg attention at
less expense I aver and approximate
and avoid unfairly incriminating, but to arbitrate
(with some degree of justice) pitted
toward migrants flagrant human rights violation,
those in power arrogate,
and wield for the luxury, exploitation and convenience
of those wealth mongers, who fail to articulate,
how when families got rent asunder fallout does asphyxiate
the human species in toto (including
Dorothy, Cowardly Lion, Tin man and Straw man).
I'm a polar bear, just that.
Don't ever call me bi-polar
or I'll angrily maul you to death!
Take a good look at me;
I'm a hulking menace.
Don't let my elephantine size
fool you. I'm surprisingly agile;
fast enough to chase down
an Arctic fox!
I'm a formidable apex predator
and wanderer of the North Pole.
When you don't see me,
I'm probably in hibernation.
My hunger is unslakable.
I can eat up to 10%...
of my bodyweight in 30 minutes!
My dense coat and body fat
insulate me so warmly that I...
sometimes overheat in summer.
When I do, I cool down by
plunging into the ice-cold sea.
Did I mention I can stand and
fight on my hind legs? I'm like the
energizer-bunny; incessantly mobile,
roaming hundreds of miles across
the barren Arctic tundra
in search of seals and fish.
I'm all dressed in white;
the snowbank, the perfect camouflage
for me to suddenly sneak up on a prey.
Invade my frozen kingdom at your peril.
I rule the arctic wastes like the king lion
rules the Serengeti!
Submitted for...
Strand Select A ,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 02/01/2020
Date written: 01/24/2020
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
This generic creek king mortal mwm
(who generally river ears the bay sea gully feels ire ate
asper propensity plundering positive human qualities
tested to the max), bait
ting virtue with rapacious opprobrious
malicious lugubriousness, and hatred create
head via the violent wickedness yawping zealously
oceans of tears that in un date
every nook and cranny of society, wrenching,
whip-sawing, and hammering extirpate
ting, the delicate nuances that anthropological fate
bequeathed to *****sapiens
species and genus undermining great
ness brought forth by artistic, democratic,
and graphic accomplishments with HATE
diluting the virtuous unification treatises
agonizingly tried to insulate
basic rights, whence erosion, corrosion,
and abrasion with goliath gangrenous monstrosities of late
subtract at frightful pace, the very survival of mankind and doth mate
absolute evil that percolates into the body electric,
where bloody fiendish genies prosper upending immunity
fostering broods that deign devious strategies in Nate
to destroy any salient sliver via BuzzFeed ding fifty shades of a gray pate
outwitting tentative grasp upon survival
barely fending off lashing off faux kings who e quate
might with right, and bring out the big guns
which blitzkrieg magazines fire at greased lightening speed rate
this battle whereby competing credos, ethos,
and grand Poobah grinds by force state
mints that all most obey lest Das Capital life will not tolerate
nasty, short and brutish torture engendering wailing ululate
diminish in a vain attempt to escape the maws of madness
where the grim reaper doth patiently wait.
POLAR BEARS
Here! In Arctic circle, Norway, polar bears stay.
Habitats are dense forests, Alpine meadows,
Tundra region and open plane land.
Species mostly spend beside ice-pack,
where grammar of melting-freezing
on interaction of wind and water-current
renders a cozy spectrum between ice and ocean.
Largest land carnivores thrive on killing walrus, whales,
ringed and bearded seals, also steal eggs of birds.
Strong swimmers swim long in search of prey.
Off and on take rest on sleep of eight hours at a stretch,
fond of in-between nap like humans
Black skin glistens, glitters transparent or white,
as reflection of sun rays on two coats of fur.
Thick layers of bubbler insulate body temperature
around moderate thirty-seven Celsius.
Solitary adults love to roam as loner.
Sagacious species mate when winter enters.
Males and non-breeding females in action, not going on hibernation.
Pregnant moms choose shelter at ice-edge.
Cubs stay with mom for long two years.
One or two cubs at a time and have maximum five litters.
Fearless polar bears mistaken sometimes
as legendary Yeti under stormy uncleared vision.
12/03/17
POLAR BEARS Contest by Julia Ward
Sometimes I have this knot in my throat. It's not tangible but it's there.
It's like the wind. I can't see it, touch it, grab it or remove it.
But it's there, and I can always feel it. It only goes away when it wants to, with no explanation.
Sometimes it turns into a hurricane, or a tornado and it destroys much that is around.
It can be devastating.
Sometimes its so strong that it makes me stay inside my room
in the comfort of my own bed,
enclosed trying to stay away from its loud and strong whirls.
But it always peeks through my poorly insulated windows.
It seeps into my room,
and it's not always strong but it's constant.
It's a cold current that I can't ignore.
It makes me shiver and shake.
My friends don't seem to feel it in their room.
Maybe their windows are insulated better–I can't seem to insulate mine.
And the current is always lingering.
I can never pinpoint the direction it is coming from, which windows it's able to seep through. I’ve tried looking, searching for
the gap,
the hole,
the broken part of my window,
but it just all seems fine.
Sometimes the current stops, it slows down and sometimes it leaves.
These moments are relaxing, and I'm not worried about the cold shivers that I'm so used to.
I don't need extra protection or a thick coat.
But the wind always comes back, doesn't it?
It's never gone for very long.
It's addicted to me.
Or maybe I'm addicted to it.
Anyways, the knot in my throat is still there.
Allegory (Fable-Parable) Poetry Contest
Crystol Woods
They were two snakes in the grass buried in the pit of life
now bemoaning their past with hisses, coils and strikes
she constricts he restricts
venom spewing out
she thwarts his advances and he thwarts hers
stubbornness seeding in the pot of mystery
in the rock bottom garden of life
... yet there they were
continuously watching their every movements
like jealous lovers but in this case like adversaries
like the proverbial snakes in the grass
her eyes would pierce his
his eyes would send chills down her back
on and on, on and on
these two battled, battling night and day
then one day and once upon a time
story has it a huge earthquake hit
it hit faith ... it hit destiny
it hit the rock bottom garden pit, sending the pair twirling around
twirling around on top of each other
like a washing machine
and when the tremors stopped
and when the cycle stopped spinning
there they were ... the pair was on top of each other
... sparkling clean and rebooted
now their eyes soften and their coats insulate
the heat felt good
they nudge closer together, sniffing Heaven for once
changing their venom to love, being pregnant with happiness
and soon a nest of little ones, too
so cute to see these babies boom
that even the two snakes in the grass are beaming
beaming a new found purpose in life
olive branches of tremors, fate
a fortuitous bounce
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