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As I look back with tears in my eyes,
I know what it feels like to be paralyzed.
When you are vulnerable and unable,
To do just the simple things in life.
You have no car,
No job,
No independence,
And no freedom.
Your in a room alone,
With a T.V. who is your babysitter.
I have no visitors,
Only nurses and therapists,
They talk I listen.
Yes I do remember .....everything.
Now my muscles are waking up,
And all I want is to get better,
So that I can take everything back,
That is mine-everything she stole from me.
Two (2) years seems like a lifetime,
When the road has been long and bumpy.
I started out in a 2 wheel Cadillac,
Then a 2 wheel sedan and,
Finally a snazzy walking cane.
So I am walking walking,
To that finish line.
My race is almost finished.
I walk alittle slower these days,
But at least I can walk now.
I see the finish line.
The people I recognize have,
Been with me since the beginning.
Doctor's, nurse's, therapist's,
And my true friends.
I see no family-nor do I want to.
They destroyed my life and,
Took everything from me.
So when I cross that finish line,
I will need no help walking because,
I know that I AM FINALLY FREE!!!!
I want to write a poem about
You know whom – God
He can be so difficult
He wants it just so
And you cannot mess up
As He wants perfection
He wants to change you
And He nitpicks and keeps on doing that
Until you finally break down and give up
I don’t know what the goal is
But He sure is one you cannot reason with
He would not listen to reason
Or any excuses
He wants that and that’s it
There is no round about it
When He wants you to do something
You’d better do it
He would take you mountains to mountains
And make you climb
To see how high you can go
You don’t know where the limit is
You just keep on going
You don’t know when you can come down
Or will come down
He takes you one place to another
To see if you can handle the climates
Expose you to all different terrains
Let you try your hands on conquering your own limits
He will keep on doing and doing
He will never give up
He will never let you rest and be satisfied
There is always one challenge ahead
You can never sit idle
And do nothing
He will get you
God
Can’t live with Him
And can’t live without Him
He is too unreasonable
Too authorian
Is that a word?
I don’t know
But He is too much
And too hard to handle
I will burn each time
To a crisp
That is the way He wants it
Toasted and well done
Tough and hardened
Well beyond anyone’s limits
He does not know what limit is
He will push you there
Over the cliff
But do you fall?
I don’t know
As I still find out
God
He is one of a kind
Knows what He wants
And will get what He wants
There is no talking to Him
Out of it
Does not take challenge
Does not back down
Always win
So give in
Might as well
The Judge signs and give an"Order"that must be legally followed to fulfill "The Law"! The Poet speaks a true word and says: Achieve something so you may become a part of something! The Judge is not a "Poet",but "The Judge and The Poet are two of a kind: They speak the truth in different ways,and most of them are friendly,loving,compassionate,empathetic,concerned,humble,and very kind. We are speaking about "The Poet"and "The Court". Poets speak words and people listen and learn:Judges give "Orders",and then anyone to include"Lawyers"or any person best get themselves concerned! The "Judge" teaches a "lesson" with "Just""Judgement"to exonerate or to punish those who will not follow the "Order"or the "Law" in the name of "Justice"for "All"! Those who love "Justice"yearn for the un just to receive "Justice"for us all:The weak,the strong,and the short and the tall! Justice for us all!!!Accountability is stability and always stands tall in the sight of "Justice"! Let "The Judge and The Poet" tell the story about how both "The Judge and The Poet",lifted up "The Lord God Almighty"and gave him "All The Glory"! "Holy,Holy,Holy! Achieve something good so that you and I may be a part of "That which is "The Most Beautiful! The Lord God Almighty: Creator.....Created a Savior for our bad behavior! Creator of "Eternal Damnation" or "Eternal Life in Heaven":Justifing the wrong and the right where we will spend our eternal life!It is a good idea to be "Up and doing,and touching a "Heart"of any "Fate":causing "Love",achieving something good and destroying "Hate"! "Order In The Court":We recognize "The Judge" and "The Poet.They are a unique sort!
(Dedication: For Gail Angel Doyle,
who is leaving the PoetrySoup community.)
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As you go away,
Let your heart be light;
Go beyond this day,
Live well your new sights.
Purge all sad dismay,
Let joy fund new flights;
I read your wordplay,
Glimpsed plain soulful writes.
Follow then your heart:
Listen well and heed;
Each ending now starts
Journey that you need.
Purge all bitter gall
As you now align
Your sure, swift footfalls
With an open mind.
Your true heart must tell
You like your best friend:
This sure guide in-dwells
To show yet fine trends.
Then, from time to time
Visit this our place:
Write then a verse rhyme
If your muse must trace!
God bless your sure trip
From now here to there;
Observe rapture grip
Your new joys somewhere.
Each day we loiter
In quick surge of writes;
Each poet's pen triggers
An impulse that cites...
Leon Enriquez
21 July 2014
Singapore
education is more challenging now than it was twenty-five years ago
Many young teachers are running from the profession
They optimistially thought that children would listen and learn
Many want to learn, but they cannot hear over constant classroom chatter
a plethera of provocative persistant children today know their rights,
Think they are on the same level of the teacher or a notch above
Their parents do not take them anywhere that requires silence
They are used to constant noise - botta bing, botta bing, botta bing
The only time some students listen is when teachers play a cartoon video.
Many are playing a lot of cartoons now, a reward for completing a lesson.
Today's teachers are not as entertaining as tablets or cell phones.
Education is more challenging and schools serve three meals a day.
Because parents are busy with electronics, feeding children is boring.
Looking through frosted glass of windows' sorrowed pain I who
Reflects upon the frozen condensation in the shelter of my mind
Delight that there are crystals on the panel which refract the joy
On the grace bestowed upon me by hindsight observation glare
I do not always have to see what takes place behind the screen of
Time and reason well beyond my grasp and am contained within
The wind brushes against the frame outside and yet holds firm
Its paint has flaked but still reveals the layers of abundant paint
Where coats of varnish cover ageing primers glossing over fissures
Hinges are in need of rust converter and some lubricant although
A bit of grinding jambs on closure reminds me that I hear the sound
That reaches feelings and emotions when my moods begin to jar
I marvel at the crack that gives a certain kind of resilient contours
Which shaped my seasoned soul and tested skills and renovation
So far eluded the need for triple glazing double vision and repair
A spider though renewed its work and spun a web from musky curtains
To shutters up and down and weaved a fragile net quite unperturbed
Flies have lost their battle and I am grateful that I have not been caught
There was temptation to wipe the slate and surface clean and polish
Instead I take crayons out of the box and scribble on adjoining walls
I watch the canvass unfold and listen to the sound of scripted passion
Very soon what is called graffiti or artistic pleasure gives an easy glimpse
Into my heart soul and innermost desires careful not to hold my breath
Keeps some distance though because my exhalation could disturb the scene
Dusk settles quickly and I pull up my socks and wrap up in a knitted blanket
Put another log on the fire to kindle warmth and thoughts among the cold
The candle on the mantlepiece flickers kindly and grants a soft glow evermore
Looking through a frosted glass enhances rather than obscures all of my senses
Gives me the precious freedom to decide which side I'm on when evening falls
Now I can smell the crispy touch and taste of verglas and look out for silence
31st March 2020
Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus
I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God
Last night I had a vision from God
it was his message to the world
about this pandemic we are facing
I found myself in a large room
Jehovah, God, was sitting in the middle
surrounded by the other Gods
they were all there
Jesus on his right
Allah on his left
Buddha behind him
Ganesh, Shiva, Kali
Mohammed, Joseph Smith and other prophets
Gabriel and other angels abound
St Peter in front of his as his Chief of Staff
Zeus, Jupiter, Minerva and ancient
other gods all around him
God spoke up
He said
I have a message for you
to give to your people
all of your people
no matter what religion
or no religion at all
it is all one after all
first the corona virus
is a natural phenomenon
we have no control
over forces of nature
and we did not send
it to you
to punish you
for homosexuality
or anything else at all
Second obey the health directives
stay at home
do your services on line
it is okay with us
we are fine with that
the blood of Jesus
will not save you
If you are in a crowded place
like church or a mosque service
the virus will spread
and catch you in the end
Prayers alone will not save you
but please keep praying
we do listen to your prayers
but we can only do so much
So please don’t allow the virus
to spread
because of your ignorance
and fear
realize that in the end
the virus will do its thing
and you will survive
and we
all the gods here
love you humans
and wish you well
so stay at home
practice self distancing
It is God’s will
all will survive
Always said I would do it one day
When tomorrow came I wanted to quit after one day.
God says to rest on Sunday
Forget the rest of em, it’s just one day
Resting all day, gonna need some sun some day.
Just another day
Oh wait it’s new year’s day
Make some goals like a run day
Wanted to do it but it was Monday
Finally went on a run but it was Thursday
Couldn’t even finish you were Thursday
Losing to your mind everyday
Don’t give up though every day is a new day
You starting thinking you’ll do it next week
But you hate that you feel so weak
Come on do it on the weekend
You can’t let the week end
That’s why you feel so weakened
College football on a Saturday
Watching other people run it’s a fun day
Up past midnight crap it’s sunday
Bro get some sleep it’s a rest day
But you woke up and it was all a bad dream
Forgetting you are in the NFL
While remembering your early days
Never thought you would make it
But knowing you could
Everyone gotta start somewhere no matter what level
Made it up from rock bottom you’re at the next level
The decision is up to you.
Day one or one day?
Patience is needed all the way
If it is worth the wait
Doesn’t matter if you are a little late
Worked so hard to get a contract
So sad to work your whole life to achieve your dream but be contracted
Maybe you made it but at what cost.
NFL plays on sundays
But it is rest day
Choose what you want to for the rest of your days
I know playing is your thing but it isn’t God's way
Somethings are just bigger than football
Doesn’t seem fair but God is just
More important than a business.
Virtue is what matters don’t be worried to stand out
Protest sunday games, you need to stand up
Listen to god’s calling
Make a calling to others
Change starts with one
The near wintry fog hangs low around the porch
like an aperture of a grey sky
diffusing tinseled light …and in my quietude,
I listen to a whiff, a rhythm which anchors on gently
almost languid in the barren rail
of evening: Amidst this space, my breath heaves
through past years’ arduous nuance
chilled by mild regrets.
I must attest, my personal saga
did glide without much logic, shimmering not
upon moon’s flash—
yet, this heart’s temerity for loyal affection
abides... lauding the jubilant wonderment
from intimate kinship, a proclivity fired
by a soul content with hours spent
with brood, true allies who know entirely
that each lit marrow down the bones arises
from a devotion embracing radiant warmth,
when all those carefree, deep moments relieve me
from not being alone — in any wintry fog ever.
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For John Hamilton: Eight word challenge-9 Contest
11/16/2018
A deep brown collar, lurking from
underneath the green plaid coat.
A smirk on your face, as you turned
the page of your favorite book. “To
define is to limit”, I feel my maroon
muffler tighten around you in a
pursuit to choke me, but I resist. I
resist your raspy voice, your stubble
trimmed to perfection, your quoting
of Fitzgerald and Wilde, you, I'm trying
to resist you. There's something deeply
intriguing when we dissect the movies
that we watch. I swear, my heart
fluctuates when we leave one another
notes where mine consists of all the
books you should read and yours are
filled with words describing your last
bowel movement. Last night, we danced
to Johann Pachelbel while you whispered
Rilke in my ears. Did I tell you that we
were communicating with our eyes, but
your eyes somehow spoke fluent
German? But I'm resisting you, I'm
trying. I manchmal stand in stillness
and wonder if you can listen to my
silence. “The only way to get rid of
temptation is to yield to it.” I hate it when
you take Dorian gray as an excuse to
solve, almost all of our problems.
People just laugh around you, the mom
-ents stop and look at the vision that is
you and I, I stand here, motionless, com
-posing my body, my brain, my heart, my
gentle gentle heart. Alas, it's time for me
to wake up.