Long Look forward Poems
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Amdist chaos
The stuterring
jerks & airpockets
The voyage
Continues...
There is a storm
Brewing
in the black coffee cup
Caffine and chikory
Like hope and faith
A little feelable
A wee bit emotional
Are the cogs of
Lifes wheels....
Without much ado
The cup stands
Majestically
On the saucer bay
The handle
Gracious as can be
Stands out
Sure and silent...
The saucer our faith
The cup our selves
The handle our body
The trio syncronise
To brave all storms
As thoughts intangible
Try might to become tangible..
The smoke screen and the clouds
Seem all porous and transparent
The opaqueness disappears ...
And despite
The storm in the coffee
cup...
Alls well as another day
We look forward
With joy mirth and happiness
If I were a baby I would sleep profoundly
Nestled in a dream of ruling the world
Toys would fight to surround me in war
To be by my side in conquest moving forward
Dad would walk me around on a pillow
Take me to work with him
Tuck me under one shoulder for safety
That way only getting half a job done
It is so hard to accomplish industry
With only one hand available
He can't afford to let me go
Being buddies forever and all that
If I were a baby and not much more
Sleeping would be my constant companion
It is a profound obligation that I treasure
Being a baby would be wonderful
I look forward to the future when I can return to the womb
That would be nice too
Authors Note: In fact, my dad did walk me around on a pillow when I was a baby. I've put on a few pounds since then so I guess that would be a little difficult for him these days. I'm dieting though. I'm hoping to get back to my original weight; 7Lbs. 3 ounces.
Release all the negative, let it go, and make things new for us to grow.
Release all the people lost in the places that are giving them stress, let them go and live their best life.
Release the lies, the hate, the memories that bring us down, let them all go and vanish with time.
Release the people that left, let them leave us with no regret, let the ones that stay grow with us and make us feel okay.
Release the bad, make room for the good, it gives us new space for love and light to fill our days.
Releasing the negative feels good, it makes us feel light and in a good mood, for some things we cannot change, we can only pray and love and look forward to all of our happy days.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
GENEROUS YOU ARE
I trust you for the victory, you will only lead me where your grace can carry me.
I trust you for the victory. Victorious you are, never will my feet slip into the net of my enemies.
My refuge, I can’t think of anyone who is generous like you. My eyes were closed for so long, father forgive me for turning my back on you, I must look forward and never look back. I wanna thank you for your love and care, even if some days I don’t feel that it’s there. I’m lost without you, I need you here, here with me.
When I was lost in my darkness I prayed for you often. My rock my King, clean me, make me into the man you need me to be. I have made you angry, dear Lord my sins are forever before thee. Be generous to me Lord, for you are a forgiving King. Love me, I ask for you to forgive me.
This sinner here --Michelle--
learned at St. Peter Chanel
there's no point to rebel
Life without God is Hell
Not just a state of mind
also an afterlife confined
to weep, & teeth-grind
all happiness -- behind
It would NOT be fun--
not "a day in the sun!"
no chance to go for a run
the joys of life -- done
Never chillin' with friends
too late to make amends
from Love, the soul rends
and remorse never ends
I don't know about you--
thoughts of Hell make me blue
but it really exists -- it's true
souls could avoid it if they knew
A big pothole in the crosswalk
won't disappear just cuz we balk
we have to watch where we walk
to be safe, lock, barrel and stock
To step up safely, it'd be smart
to climb the ladder to God's Heart
via her--who from Him--isn't apart
the Immaculata's sweet help is a start
Say, Mary be a mother to be now
she's closer to her Son than me --or thou--
from His Cross, He did endow
her to be a mother to us all --and how!
Mary's every word in the Holy Bible
can clear up any anti-Jesus libel
her love for all nations, intertribal
more devotion-worthy than Cybele
I hope Jacinta, Francisco, and Lucia
keep up their intercessory Ave Maria
praying till the world's end: good idea
for peace in Russia, Ukraine (& Korea)
These kids turned their lives around
with the fervent prayer life they found
their sacrifices for sinners did abound
due to their vision of Hell so profound
St. Faustina also envisioned Hell & told
to lovingly warn us, not abrasively scold
read her beautiful story and be consoled
Divine Mercy's testament is New, & Old
We have a way out, with the Lamb
(in other words, the Great I Am)
it's not too good to be true, no sham
Divine Mercy doesn't wish to damn
Ceaseless tortures? No thanks!
I'd rather join the ranks
of all the repentant cranks
giving up our sinful pranks
So then here's my advice
gotta be better than "nice"
but God's grace will suffice
to grow virtue from vice
He's the Way, Truth, and Life
He understands our strife
Urging us with Love, not a knife
Loving us though our sins be rife
There's a twist to this story
I look forward to Purgatory
as more purifying than gory
for God's greater glory
Ultimately I say: Aim Higher
God created us with the desire
after this short life, to retire
to sing in Heaven's choir
I'm old this is how the world treats me
I've worked for more than 49 years
Some of that time for only one dollar fifteen cents an hour
Now when it come down to giving me what's mine
You fuss, you scream and holler;
What's the matter
I'm retired my house is paid off, now I can't afford to heat it with gas
But alas all's not lost
It's been reprocessed by the local government for back taxes
You place me In a nursing home nothing wrong with me mentally or physically
You just want me out of the way it seems
Now I've saved my monies all in one bank
And all I got is one percent interest
And when I want to drive my car you say I am too old git out the way
You call me a cab you sell my car
Now I'm too old to walk this far
You put me last when I should be first
I remember when it was you whom I co-birth
You treat me like a Hebrew slave
when in all it shouldn't be this way
So I humbly accept my dismay
Every night on my knees I pray
Help me Lord in my distress
Comfort me an grant me thy rest
I look forward to some peace on earth
But greater and granter still I await you in eternity
With you and Jesus forever free
I'm old this is how the world treats me
When I'll have no memory of how the world treated me
08/25/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2015
from anthology" Poetry to Bridge Generations Elderly and Youth"2015
Look backwards now, where’er you go,
especially if it’s ‘to and fro’,
for if your ‘to’ becomes your ‘fro’
you’ll know the way that you should go.
Look forward on the road of life
especially if it’s full of strife,
for if your life is only strife
you’ll find no comfort in past life.
Look forward to a time of leisure
especially if you’ve had no pleasure,
for leisure then will bring you pleasure,
you’ll find you’ll really welcome leisure.
Look, how you ask, am I to know,
especially searching ‘to and fro’,
for though I’ve searched both ‘to and fro’,
I find that pleasure I don’t know.
I’ll tell you it’s found in your mind,
especially hard for you to find,
but if you look, I know you’ll find,
you’ll find it waiting in your mind.
I have to stop and search my mind
especially as it’s there to find
for when I stop, for it to find,
I find the thought within my mind.
I relax now, I’ve found in thought,
especially what I always sought,
and now I know the thing I sought,
you’ll see my pleasure.... bought of thought.
Ivor G Davies
I'll break you when you start to fall
I walk beside you --- so proud and tall!
I'll hold you close when we sleep
I'll kiss away all your tears when you weep
I'll be the one you'll always depend on
I'll keep you beside me --- forever strong
I love how you look at me in a dreamy haze
And I love how you guide me through life's maze
I love how you make me a better me
I love how you make me open my green eyes to see
I love how you flirt in your tiny ways
I love you so much --- I look forward to more days
I love how your sensitive when I need you the most
And for a working hard relationship --- to us I toast!
When I am physically weak,
And have a lot of pain,
Feeling so worn out and sick,
And under a lot of strain;
Oh! I need a strong shoulder
To lean on and bury my tears,
To comfort and make me bolder,
And wipe away all my fears.
When I'm tired and oh so weary,
With troubles to bend my back,
When life seems so very dreary,
And courage I do lack;
Oh! I need strong loving hands
To unburden me gently,
To lead me across this desert's sands,
And to refresh me mentally.
When I'm all set and prepared to die,
To go across death's dark vale,
Ready to rest, to peacefully lie,
And put an end to my painful tale;
Oh! What joy and peace to see
My loving Shepherd, with arms open wide,
Watching and waiting just for me,
To take me to His nail-pierced side.
Oh! My Saviour! How great to be
Carried on His shoulders strong,
With His loving hands enfolding me,
As I sing along a brand new song.
With renewed strength and refreshed hope,
I wait on Him, as life goes on,
With troubles and tears, now I'm able to cope,
As I look forward to that new dawn.
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14.5.2011
The doors to yesterday are shut tight and locked.
Only windows allow quick glimpses... you, face red and angry, eyes shut tight, refusing to accept reality away from your warm, slushy world of heart beats and distant voices.
Alas, we are all thrust out into bright lights, cold hands, and loud noises. Our lifeline cut in two, leaving us without a tether.
The air presses in all around, the first heavy burden we bear. Simply lifting our heads is too much to ask. How quickly we adapt. We learn to accept the indignities of a flesh body.
I watch you grow again and again. Each birthday is a celebration…and a time of mourning. Missing the child you were, whom I'll never see again, carry again, hold again. Each year you change into someone else and I come to love you everyday, with every smile, every word and moment.
I may miss the baby I see through that window to yesterday, but I also look forward to falling in love with who you are and will be each and every day.
The doors are locked to the past... but we have the keys to the future, in the eyes of our children.