Long Misgiving Poems
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Something has hollowed her will for heart
She has swallowed a distant spark
Clothing despair she's breathing foul air
Let peace be still
Walking through barefoot on thorns and bristles
Standing in dominantly still in her sins past decisions
He wrote it in her mind set dawning past tense
Let peace be still
Transverse misgivings pass post wrong decisions
Some things crawling on your skin you're full of misgiving
Temperature rises Spirit full of surprises
Let peace be still
When you find it you're negative self you're dealing with
And you allow fake Satan's thoughts to have you distraught
When the world around you is in chaos
When your body's at war with you and your stomach in knots
Get off your high horse release you your truth
And let peace
Let peace be still
10/23/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
My heart was a mess
I was in complete distress
but I laid those thoughts to rest
and now I'm trying my best
Holding on to the memories
but never looking for more than a moment at the past
For my eyes stay forward and leave the past at my back
Stay positive, stay hopeful, don't let the world leave you a mess
I used to be afraid of failing but I'm soaring high above distress
Facing my fears head on and conquering the anxious voice inside
I ignore that bitter voice and love is all that will reside
Hate will not consume me, control me, i wont let it doom me or ever again even know me
The thoughts of depression are much more than a lesson
It taught me that happiness is where I am destined
You cannot have the good without the bad, this I know
So I'll let the sadness blanket over me like a frigid winter's snow
But I will not stay there in that deep abyss of sorrow
Because I know with sadness comes happiness and there's always tomorrow
Without sadness, happiness loses its astounding appeal
I want to experience every emotion, I want to know that it's real
To fear is not living, it only takes without giving, and the life i was living, was more than misgiving
The regrets and mistakes that I had made were all just trial and error
I will not let this depression instill me with unnecessary terror
So let's reach for the skies and break free from this awful vice
We only get one life, one chance, so let us dance away into blissful paradise
Last Days
Written: by Miracle Man
1/27/2021
Like Sodom and Gomorrah the world is living,
we’re compromising daily, our morals, in stages.
Hurrying through life harboring some misgiving,
burning precious time, turning our last pages.
As clock time, becomes more time foregone,
we grasp for straws thought to be inspiring.
In time, many become an emotional pawn,
and the straws grasped, were seldom aspiring.
2 Timothy Chapter 3
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
Some people are Satan worshipers
As luck would have it they are few
They love cheating beside evils and devils
Active in showing coloring of a chameleon
Not nowadays but since their early beginning
What do you expect Satan worshipers do?
Obscenely they come and go, say and sing
Rancorous men and women most of the time
Sake not humanity welfare sake not facts and truth
Humbug day and night deceive others and themselves
Identical to Satan and its misgiving its obsession
People hate Satan, evils and devils all over the world
Except those ugly Satan worshipers
Really Satan is their leader and their god
Satan lovers!
About this simple poem, please note that there is nothing personal, nothing related to old friends and readers at all.
“If you keep only healthy food in your cupboard and fridge, you will eat good food.” – Errick McAdams
“You need a steroid to fix your ills.
Now vaccination to ward off winter chills.
Take an antidepressant, to calm your woes.
Let’s try antibiotics and see how it goes.
A short run of oxycodone to ease any pain.
Eating salt and acidy food you must refrain.
We will give you antacids just in case,
And a full range of vitamins, food to replace.
Eat nothing with Gluten or carbohydrate.
We’ll give you a pill to lower your heart rate.
A bevy of sprays to help you breathe.
A mood stabilizer if you begin to seethe.
There’s nothing else before you run out of money.
Make sure you call if you begin to feel funny.
Your health will soon be at its highest peak.
Make an appointment to see me in a week.”
"How uplifting it feels to be given such care.
Knowing my specialist has it all right there.
And silly me was considering healthy living.
Fresh air, good food and exercise, such a misgiving !!"
Seeds get planted according to season.
Timing is everything.
My eyes are puffy from crying over
Another misgiving.
Despair is like a disease
I can't escape.
I follow my calling, but I wonder if
Running on the treadmill
Is how time bleeds.
The treadmill moves under my feet.
It moves too fast.
I try to keep pace,
But my breath breaks first.
I collapse in tears,
Still moving nowhere.
Around and around
In this never-ending cycle.
Living each day filled with dread,
Chasing after something never attained.
My soul burns up,
Leading me into darkness.
No way out of this tunnel.
No light to see where I'm headed.
I know my past self.
She interferes with my present.
I tell myself to block her out,
But I can't run away from myself.
I've struck a snag after a long develops steps.
To a recent attitude over alliance depth,
I investigate this frightening atmosphere.
On top, winning expresses me insecure.
Because of my hearty assurance, I'm here today.
Divine grace has favored us for countless days.
I'm ailing back running with my unique mindset.
God, the Divine, contrives a chart for us, don't fret.
I can't travel to this area alone or by potent force.
It's all mercury; there's subtly nothing else sparse.
I'm defenseless to impact or succumb to anybody.
Every day, there is solely a requisite mission boldly.
But I'm evenly a pebble and embody no braw feeling.
Conception utterly lingers the power of God's crafting.
Despite our slightness, shapes harbor an awful misgiving.
In our style-driven culture, inner self-fosters are laying.
The fence of affection grows stouter as unfolding.
The Lord has appropriately arranged everything.
We are more poised than we reckon and form sound.
A wall that set us free, not the myriad way around.
Written: December 19, 2021
Clumsy knock about clown endears
Bubble blown, unicycling, tightrope dance
Underneath charisma, after the cheers
Grinning sinister inkling stirs up fears
Guise causes unnerved scare's enhance
Aside from a smattering of film features
What strikes terror of tumbling funny fool?
Stealth beguiling starshine easily beseeches
Skillful smiling juggler, charm widely reaches
Clapping audience, varied susceptible pool
Cunning assists any intended criminal
Never ending hanky story, needed device
Whilst being appeased, message subliminal
Strategy of fake face, stab in back abysmal
Convinced victims fall for honk nosed entice
Misgiving for characters larger than life
Natural response, harks prehistoric origins
Gleam eyed charmer warns of looming strife
Cuts familiars with pantaloon stashed knife
Trust's betrayal, robbed ones acknowledging
Faith in flamboyant rubber flower thruster burst
Smack faced shock of a dozen popped balloons
Act of slapstick big shoed tricks well rehearsed
Damaged willing givers wish they thought first
Listen to their instinct, instead of lullaby croon
Written 29th July 2020 for Brian Strand's
Any Form, Any Theme, Completely New, Volume 15
It was a memorable evening, bright
with my beautiful, charming fiancé
(once my wretched, tormented heart's delight)
near the old village of Fatheringay.
Drawn by the lilt of a whispery voice,
we found ourselves in a dark, rustic pub.
An inner misgiving questioned our choice.
A man served drinks from a hook on a stub.
After imbibing a strange, bubbling brew,
we dawdled the full moon-lit countryside.
In the lunar light, her eyes shone light blue -
mine, a phosphorus glow, like Mr. Hyde.
We gazed at the Hydra constellation,
where the Ghost of Jupiter nebula
somehow unfastened my reservation,
as its image fell on my retina.
That my grandfather was a lycanthrope,
and a mad cascade of serpentine thoughts,
this myriad of disclosures doused hope
(a demented disconnection of dots).
The vile dreams would slither back to their hole
too late for my near bride of eighteen.
The strong brew's effects had taken their toll.
My love was never again to be seen.
No, my true love was no more to be seen.
There are days when I just can't pray
My heart and soul feel like they're so cold
I can't reach out, penetrate the darkness
With a light from my dreams, a feeling
A belief in the hope God brings when He
Caresses the thoughts with His kindness
Blessings that come from such enlightenment!
There are moments when I can't cry out
To the One who holds my dreams in His palm
The One who paints the rainbow in the sky
The One who always reminds me just why
I must reach beyond my pain and find a way
To appeal to Him with my faith, my prayer
For serenity and sincerity, a wisdom, a chance
To listen to His reply and hope with a heart
That believes and agrees - He is the only way
He is the confirmation of my heart's faith
He is the whisper of kindness when I pray
He is the answer to every problem I've known
The resolution to every worry I might have
The verdict to every misgiving in my plan
There are times when I can't be sure why
I have been given this life - this insight
This joy and peace - wisdom and grace
This feeling that believes in this God
Who brings me through the darkest storms
The deepest tragedies, the horrors
The risks and sorrows and discouragements
The shame and despair, all the troubles
Sometimes so unfair - living on a prayer
That I might not even be able to voice
But, my heart speaks the need, the plea
There are times when I just can't reveal
The need that fills my spirit with a prayer
It is a gentle petition, summoning the Lord
With all His light and love - His majesty
As praise fills up my soul and I know, above all,
That He is the One who knows my heart
And I only need the thought - to assure
He will hear my entreaty and answer me
With a loving confirmation that I will always be
His child, His friend, His miracle from heaven!
There are times when I can't even pray
But even then, I can find the way to say
God is my Father and I praise Him alway!