Long Misery Poems
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L is for the matches love my beloved
Lord, and Savior Jesus Christ.
Love is what my blessed savior
has freely bequeathed unto me.
L is for his candlestick shining in the darkness.
It shines throughout his life for the whole
wide wonderful world to see.
L is for his lampstand for his special
chosen people of the Jewish race.
It is for Christians loving the Jewish people.
Love is for freedom from deepest darkest
depression and misery. Which only seek
to unsuccessfully destroy other suffers such as me.
Love is for freedom of addiction. We are not
subservient to alcohol, tobacco, vaping or drugs.
Love of sugar seeks to entice willing victims.
Love is the blessed assurance of our wonderful savior.
L is for the love he showed for people at the Cross of Calvary.
Our own special savior shed his blood to redeem our souls.
L is the freedom of everlasting life. Guaranteed to all believers
and followers of Jesus Christ. He made the ultimate sacrifice
of his earthly life! L is for freedom from death, hell and the grave!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 01, 2020
When war is all there is,
peace doesn't have a chance.
When soldiers are just pawns,
in his diabolical plan.
Who laughs at their suffering,
rejoicing in the game?
He's the tycoon of torment,
the king of pain.
When humans are inhumane,
inflicting torture and shame,
being pleasured by the insane.
Who is happy wounding souls,
who feels their loss is his gain?
He's the magnate of misery,
the king of pain.
When disaster strikes the innocent,
lives go down in flames.
Who hides behind God throwing stones,
slandering his holy Name?
Revelling in the game.
He's the baron of broken hearts,
the king of pain.
Know his name?
S ultan of suffering
A ffliction Emperor
T ycoon of Torment
A che King
N oxious substance
Now you know who is behind all the suffering in the world, the King of Pain!
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015
December 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on James 3-5
Key Verse– James 4:6 But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOURCE OF GRACE
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed building me for upon Your foundation
Thank You for Your governance of divine direction
Here am I repenting for my boasting and insubordination
I need Your taming toward my virtuous disposition.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed protecting me against bitter cursing
Thank You for Your wisdom for my spiritual blessing
Here am I subduing envy and strife so oppressing
I need Your instruction toward my faith that’s well-pleasing.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed fighting for me with Your holiness
Thank You for Your friendship, smiting enmity of worldliness
Here am I submitting to Your truth’s steadfastness
I need Your sanctification toward walk of righteousness.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed humbling me by Your meekness-uplifting
Thank You for Your compassion with kindness-besetting
Here am I resisting tendency to be complaining and fretting
I need Your forgiveness toward rejoicing after sin-confessing and admitting.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed enriching me despite crises-misery
Thank You for Your gift of salvation, rescuing me from hell’s fury
Here am I living to honour You while exalting Your name’s glory
I need Your patience toward triumph against worry.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed upholding my commitment
Thank You for Your love that braces me against selfishness’ entrapment
Here am I continuing because of Your empowerment
I need Your favour toward fruit-bearing in my ministry-engagement.
Lord God, You are my Source of grace,
indeed establishing me in Your fellowship
Thank You for Your leadership gearing my followership
Here am I enjoying Your entrusted stewardship midst praise-filled worship
I need Your partnership toward productive discipleship.
December 12, 2023
I once underwent a very intensive intervention
during that period in my childhood known as teenage rebellion.
I had a session with a great motivational speaker
who claimed to live in a van down by the river.
"I very much like you did the things you now do,"
he said with a tone very harshly delivered,
"I'm now 35 years old, divorced and flat broke
and I live in a van down by the river.
You think you're all that, but I assure you you're not.
Live your life the way you are and you won't amount to jack squat!
You will end up being what you never ever considered,
busted broke just like me and living miserably in a van down by the river."
This man truly did save me from a life of misery,
because if not for he I would have never ever considered
how great life can be, as I now live my life so care free
in my van down by the river.
In my room where silence rages – up until night
But chaos ignites deep inside of me
Could die in darkness and think there’s no sun
Could bear starvation up until forgiveness is given
I hear nothing but heart sober in grief
Alone in misery where there’s bunch of regrets
Tomorrow comes and I see depression
Like a punishment full of multiple blooded wounds
Zephyr blows sadness with tormenting whisper
Wish I feel numbness start from my head down to foot
I could not see light but I see gradient view
A surreal blur that stressing me over
How long should I find the spark of clemency?
Wish it would not last till end of this month
Tears are still falling up until this lone hour
One thing though still runs in my mind
I could be killed in pain slitting my wrist –see me no more
I see no light, I see no light, I see no light
We all trap ourselves in our own misery.
Afraid that if anyone knows, we'll crack.
Locking the door to freedom as we're stuck in the past.
Slowly bleeding out, while not letting anything go.
We try to forget, but always end up looking back.
The memories taking us down fast.
And the relief coming slow.
If at all, it's like we'll never know.
Trapped in our own minds.
Awake every night.
Scared of what others may find.
Waiting for the light.
Watching each tear fall to the ground.
Crying, trying to not make a sound.
Because if we do, they'll know.
And if they know, they might leave.
Making just another person to grieve.
But, if you relate to this, then you're not alone.
There's many out there that can relate to this poem.
You may feel like it's never going to end,
But, I believe, this is something you can mend.
The inner barrier is broken
Sinister notions fill these hollow oceans
Of misery,
They are surrounding me
No ryhme or reason
Another cold dark
season to hate being me
And up go the prayers
Just to be consumed in Satans lair
Im Far from the innocent
smile i used to know
When my tender heart would glow
I welcome the hooded keeper
The reaper of my soul
I surrende with Hands outstretched
I let it all go
She said "Real men dont cry,"
Whats this then falling from my eyes
Just a lie?
Just want to die
Will heaven deny
Hurt has moved in
And sits at the head of the table
With words that enable
A life unstable
Is Real happiness just a fable
You said taking care of me
Is a promise I will see
Now and always til the end
This message you didn't send
To your brain or heart at all
All you do is let me fall
Over and over till I crash
You don't care and always dash
Fast and far away you flee
Leaving me in misery
It's like a button on repeat
When things get rough you just retreat
To handle it on my own
There is no love to be shown
The truth is you just tell lies
And all kinds of alibis
For the reason you just run
When my life comes all undone
So I'm giving back your promise
Take it and leave--I don't want it
Get out and do not return
I am sick of getting burned
I'm taking a new direction
In my life with a reflection
That I see inside your eyes
Of myself--it's no surprise
Thinking back on all the years
Of the sad and lonely tears
That have fallen every day
And will never go away
If I don not make a change
'I'm starting to re-arrange
The way my hearts to be treated
Every love has left it weeded
With roots of heartache and pain
Growing deeper and will drain
All hope of a love so real
To find me so I can feel
Alive and carefree once again
As emotions soon begin
To fill me up like and ocean
Drowning me in pure emotion
But this will not happen till
I have the courage and will
To make the reflection I see
In your eyes of misery
Be strong and finally get out
Of this long and painful drought
If we’re lucky we have many blessings that throughout our life arise.
and sometimes the most wonderful of these are the blessings in disguise.
A time when things seemed to be falling apart at an extremely rapid pace
when…what we actually found…was they were falling into place.
A time when despite a misfortune…we kept going…we grew…we succeeded!
A time we did not get what we wanted…which was exactly what we needed.
A mistake that taught us a lesson, perhaps two…or even three.
A misfortune or a failure that turned into opportunity.
A defeat that didn’t stop us…because we persevered through our strife…
and learned a valuable lesson…how defeats are part of life.
How we can be resilient…how we can take a hit…
How a defeat can only define us…if and when we choose to quit.
A time we closed our eyes and wondered if we’d ever again experience life’s highs…
and when we opened them…to our amazement…we found a blessing in disguise.
Isn’t it amazing in life…that behind some of our misfortunes,
some of our adversities…
our scares
If we look hard enough we can find a blessing hiding there.
Waiting patiently to help us overcome our darkness
when we have, in sadness, lost our sight.
Standing quietly in the background to lead us to the light.
And so today…in the midst of all our turmoil…
with every grief and misery that arise…
as we search through the ruins left behind
may we find that blessing in disguise.