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~God Lives Forever~
( Free Verse)
You would think that there isn't anywhere a God, because
Of all the evil that today you might see
But let me tell you that you are very wrong
For believing all this for so very long
I know that there are many skeptical and
Unbelievers who choose to believe this
But let me inform you that they all have
Their facts completely messed-up and wrong
No matter what you may think or choose to
Believe in the end really, because there's a God
He's the Creator of everything that you may
Or may not in this world now see
God knows every single thing that is known
And unknown to every single man
He holds the whole world in the palm of His hand
He's in control of everything and anywhing, you see
He knows you better than anyone that have ever
known or will in a future know you
God has a plan for you and for me since the
Very beginning, even before you were born
He knows us all so well from the first split moment
Of conception inside our mother's womb,
No matter what you and others like you may think
God is in control of this earthly ship, and always will be too
You look around and shake your head in disbelief,
To all the evil that you see and hear around this world
But let me tell you that things could have been worse if
There wasn't a living God that loves us so much
God has his own timetable, He has a divine plan unfolding
Right in from of our eyes, right from the start
Jesus spoke so much of His Heavenly home, the Book of
Revelation says a lot about His second coming
Satan might be alive and well, stealing, lying and
Deceiving as many as he can for centuries as the Holy Bible says
But no matter what the devil does, he already knows that
He's loser, he's already lost forever and for eternity
God is the real Commander in chief, He controls in the end this earth
And the whole Universe, and every single star in it
He knows it all, and every single thing that you think and do
And He wants you with Him one day in his Heavenly home.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
January.9.2016
To my children, grandchildren and Patricia my wife.
You all are the blessing God placed in my life.
Don't think nothing less if I don't call you each day.
Know that I think about you and to God I do pray.
From my heart there are three words, I need you to hear.
Please know that I LOVE YOU! everyday of the year.
Don't worry about people, what they think or might say.
We'll explain our behavior to God on judgement day.
Just ask your Creator for grace from above.
To forgive your enemies and help you to love.
Nobody's an angel, that includes me and you.
I've messed up many times and truth is you have too.
All people in this world behaves wrong in some way.
The bible says still we must forgive everyday.
Thinking of you as I pen this has given me a smile.
Having you all in my life makes living worthwhile.
To my children, grandchildren and wife let me say.
I'm here for you everyday until God takes me away!
Eckersbergs street
The city was waking up, after a long winter.
The street was to be swept the next day.
Warning signs were put out; No parking.
A couple of cars were not yet removed, waiting to be towed away.
I was on my way home. After bed time, before closing time.
I heard a loud noise behind me, a sign suddenly overturned.
A girl, black hair. A white, high necked, sweater and brown pants.
She cried; really wept bitterly. She walked fast, almost running.
She went in the middle of the road. A police car came in from the right, drove alongside her.
No crime being reported, it left. She stared right ahead, heeded no one.
I didn’t know where she had been.
I didn’t know what had happened.
I didn’t know where she was going.
I suspected what had happened; happened to her.
Messed up hair, make up running. Sweater inside out.
I hoped she had a place to go.
I hoped she had a place to go; to.
I hoped she didn’t have to be alone.
I hoped she didn’t have to be alone; in the night.
It can be a lonesome place; the night.
I praise you God for all in which you live,
evolving in creation so diverse.
I meet you Jesus in the Gospel texts
uplifting those whom most of us reject.
I love you Christ through all in whom you dwell,
thankful that in me you also find a home.
Lamenting how mankind has messed up life
I feel remorse. I too have fallen short.
And where your Spirit lives you bear the hurt.
Show me mercy that I may be absolved,
be blessed with grace to grow in faithfulness.
Though my will is weak your narrow way I seek.
Come Holy Spirit be my strength and guide.
Inspire me with your love, your joy, your peace:
- to show your love as I attend to need;
- to share in prayer at night for those in pain;
- to spread your peace in how I speak and act;
- express your joy within relatedness.
As I contemplate the wonders you create,
in which your glory shows for all to praise,
you call us to conserve all loveliness.
God eternal, when at last I'm laid to rest,
rapt within the three-in-one may I be blessed.
I am chained to my TV set by way of recliner
Planning daily to break the chain
Or at least bend it a bit
But until the fires and the floods come
Here I sit
Doing none of the things
That bring me joy
Holding a remote in my hand
A remote that is controlling me
Has taken over my mind
Is telling me what to do and when to do it
I am ready for a flood
Or a fire
Or anything
To shake me up
And break me up
And get me to the church on time
Or get me to the restaurant where I could meet friends
This pandemic has me glued to CNN
Where the numbers keep going up.
Ninety-eight thousand and sixty-eight Americans have died so far
Of the Coronavirus or something else?
I am chained to the TV
Yet I do not even believe in it.
I am broken, shaken, messed up.
I am going to have to BE the fire and the flood
But not right now.
Right now
The remote is in my hand
And I am not afraid to use it.
(Based on the TV show.)
This was a show about Malcolm who's a genius teen.
He had four brothers, a dad and a mom who's mean.
The parents were constantly angry at Reese.
He was a thug who didn't give them a minutes peace.
Francis was sent to military school just because he pierced his nose.
A lot of people laugh when they watch those shows.
Dewey and Jamie were the two youngest boys.
Watching this disfunctional family brings people lots of joy.
Malcolm worked at a grocery store and his mom did too.
He got his ___ kicked by a man on stilts, that was humiliating to go through.
I've spent many hours laughing at these people who are funny.
They had to star as messed up kids but at least they have money.
Form:
In a rewind world, we could live without regret
if, as in a movie, we could do another take.
Erase the messed up scene and do a fresh reset,
and on the new recording, avoid that bad mistake.
No need to mend them all, but some of them we should:
some act that hurt someone, some words we can't take back.
We'd still learn the lessons; I hope that's understood,
if we could fix the times our judgment jumped the track.
Alas, a rewind world in truth we can forget.
We’ll have to do the best we can to set our errors straight,
admit our bad behavior, and live with some regret...
if not, more sleepless nights will likely be our fate.
I remember Charlie from college,
a troublemaker par excellence,
not that Charlie intended to be,
it’s just his views were often askance.
Take, for example, the time in class
we were discussing feminism,
the professor was glad her students
were all seeing things through her prism.
But then Charlie said, “You’re looking past
the long-term effects of such thoughts,
marriage rates are down, so are birth rates,
divorce is so common it seems taught.
More single mothers mean messed up kids,
strange men in the house mean more abuse,
with no strong families to model off,
children grow up with a slanted view,
which makes it hard to form families,
which ensure that our culture survives,
are we sure modern feminism
Is a force for good in all our lives?”
The girls in the class loudly freaked out,
with the professor they piled on,
Charlie just shrugged at their vitriol.
“Your anger doesn’t mean that I’m wrong.”
Now this might have come off arrogant,
It seemed that way to me at the time,
I had not learned to appreciate
The use of a truly honest mind,
Not seen a man who valued the truth
More than woman, friendship, or real fame,
A person who could just go along,
As this next tale will help to explain:
It was another discussion,
About women joining the work force,
And how it was a great step forward,
That we should be encouraging more.
But Charlie raised his hand and spoke up,
“What is gonna happen to the kids?
Should we just entrust them to daycare,
Like our parents’ generation did?
Mental illness has skyrocketed,
And it’s become clear this plays a part,
The formative years are so vital
To a balanced mind and healthy heart.
A stay at home parent teaches them
That they are valued and loved so much
That someone will dedicate their life
To see them protected and raised up.
Why should they fight for a stranger’s time,
What negative effects will that have?
Problems when young tend to follow us
To adulthood, and that would be bad.
Man or woman, stay at home parents
Help give us people health and strong.”
They hounded him out, but he yelled back,
“Get upset, but you know I’m not wrong!”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I was headed on home
From a 12 hour shift
Next thing I knew
I ended up in a ditch
Cop came along
And wanted to know
Son were you drinkin'
Why'd you go off the road
I said I'm guilty sir
Of only one thing
Lovin' too much
Then losing my dream
I ain't had a sip
Or done any drugs
It's only her memr'y
That's got me messed up
I'm in possession of a memr'y
It's all my mind keeps revolving around
I'm in possession of a memr'y
When I think of her it gets me down
I must have dosed off
In dreams of better days
The last time I saw her
Was just yesterday
She walked with a smile
Holding another mans hand
It's all too much
For me to comprehend
I'd have given my life
Body and soul
I'm sorry sir
Am I free to go
I'm in possession of a memr'y
It's all my mind keeps revolving around
I'm in possession of a memr'y
When I think of her it gets me down
With an understanding look
He said you're free to go
But before you do
I want you to know
I've been in your shoes
And I've walked that line
The only help out there
Is simply just time
I'm a man of the law
But I'm also guilty
For I too posess
An old memory
I'm in possession of a memr'y.......
There's a new kid at home,
One nobody sees
But we all know he's there.
His name is Not Me.
He took out all my colors
And doodled on the wall.
You can tell from how high he reached
He isn't very tall.
When my mom asked,
"Whose art work can this be?"
The answer was unanimous.
We all said, "Not Me!"
Not Me is very naughty.
He always makes a mess,
And what he did with Sister's doll
Is anybody's guess!
He ruined Mommy's makeup.
He messed up Daddy's hat.
He even cut my bed sheets.
Now, how bad was that?
And when he takes a bath
He gets water on the floor.
And just last night
He got toothpaste on the door.
He spilled Kool-Aid on the carpet
And broke some dishes in the sink.
He left the milk out on the counter
So now there's none to drink.
When something's going wrong
And Mom's angry as can be,
You can always be sure he did it-
That kid named Not Me.
jsc.2004
This was written when my children were small and yes I read it to them often. Not me lived in my house for many Years and still makes an occasional visit.