Long Mistreat Poems
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She takes unbearable
pain, in the worst way possible.
Most may say it's
a beautiful thing, but
what about the one
who never made it?
She will be
remembered as the
bravest soldier, who
fought extremely hard
and lost her life.
Beautiful soul, joined
the army of the Lord.
Mother's are the strongest
women I ever known
them to be.
When you are queasy,
she nurses
you back to health.
When you're in trouble,
she's right there to
make sure the law
doesn't mistreat you.
When you're running
low on cash,
she's right there
in your time of need.
When you need a
babysitter, she's right
there to reraised
your child.
When you're going
through that heart
break, she's right there
to solace you.
When the world condemn you,
she's has your back.
When the world fails you,
she's there to strengthen you.
A mother loves never stops one
moment. She will always have you
in her heart forever.
How could she not?
You are made in
her image and likeness.
If you still have your Mother
present, reserve this
moment and show her
how magnificent she is.
She's to great
to be squandered.
She's the closest thing
to God.
God sent His
only begotten daughter
to you.
Treat her right,
like you deserve her.
I can see Your eyes; up, that the sky surmise.
You are not hidden; sins are though forbidden.
I can't read Your mind; how much You are so kind!
You are far away; abundant grace and mercy we disobey.
Like Literature, You don't lie; so You never ever die.
In the midst of deceit; none is ever mistreat.
See an attribute of no man; You have of kindness to every human.
We don't want to be seen; strange to You is never our being.
Called long since birth; everyday short greatness lives in death.
What shall become of me; time surely when is here, will take everyone to Thee.
I may be unable; the hearts You touch are ever able.
You are the only spirit so true; helping us to cope in blue.
I may not have ability; leading spirit aids our capability.
You are the Spirit; one far of possible deficit.
Out of town crier's mouth; citizens know North different from South.
For everyone is choice; decision of who shall make him sad or rejoice.
In the light of healing; greatest power gets revealing.
When scrubbed in the blood; jettison is the deceitful flood...!
Once thought Jacob well; crazy bloody hell...
Far is our eyes from Your Name ; owing to the world pleasing fame.
Hold my breath in Your hand; from others beforehand!
Freeze the night of its fright; spark all nooks and crannies Thou Light!
Jug Your hands at my back; please the moments foaming to attack.
The trouble long foregone; be goner that is done!
The peace in teases get shun; should be enough to bring fun.
Post falls asleep must disobey; guts, the lord's decrees convey
Hire me as your friend; just do always help me to blend.
Err is of man in his wiseness; open remains our weakness, Your highness.
Something in You so daring; gets me weary of how I'm fairing.
Learn me to know; should I continue following Thy shadow?
What is the best technique; like of how You are never weak.
Should You grant me in a bit; forever will I be fit!
Sure, I will be so sorry; should I not be chary.
I am weak yet strong; whenever I think I'm right, I may be wrong.
In all I give thanks; restore my thanks' banks.
That Thy glory be for no one else ever; Yours truly shall appreciate Thee forever!
Inspired by another poem by another poet---------just for fun
Oh, I didn't know that cowboys
weren't respected and revered
John Wayne, when he passed away
Brought me close to tears
But now I know that people
Think we're all just trailer trash
So I've taken of my boots
And tossing out my hats
There's no more eating beans
upon these dirty plates
And movin' from this trailer park
Oh brother I can wait
But, putting cars on blocks
Oil changes in the yard
Stopping those activities
I swear it will be hard
Beer cans won't get piled high
In a pyramid, way out back
My pit bulls won't be barkin'
Always ready to attack
Soon I'll trade-in my pick-up
For a brand new SUV
And I'll become more citified
For the whole dang world to see
I won't mistreat my woman
And call her an old cow
And I won't let my kid's
Ride a bull, or catch a sow
Oh, I didn't know that cowboys
Were just lazy and no good
So we're moving from the country
Right to your neighborhood
in times of my trouble you have stood by me
though my sins are as deep as the ocean floor
you have alway pardoned me and saved me
Dear Lord i have no one person i can call a friend or a helper to me
all help me when they see it fit and mistreat me of there own pleasure
you know that even after everything i have gone through in the hands of my weakened wife
i have tried very much to broker peace between us and also in my family
but the end result is noone is willing to listen for all involved parties see forgiveness as a deep state problem
tonight i truely let all free,i offer forgiveness to all and also Lord forgive me for i am human and sinning is our nature
it has never been my wish to raise my son this way but Lord please give me a solution to this problem
i love my son and has never hated her mom even when she showed signs of sleeping with another man
Lord i have stretched a hand in form of reconciliation but noone wants to care
i offer my life in exchange to the safety of my son and to the stability of my relatives
my father's house is filled with demon but my own mother has prepared a king's meal to feed the demons hunger
Lord my God spare me from this demons onslaught and save my family
i reject this satanic forces and abondone this ship of lies, adultery and any other way
in your very hands i place this prayer
Raise for me a son and a family that is willing to stand on your promises
also remember your promises to me
Amen
#made from Africa
#chuimunga the poet
Born with a complex like a tormented fugitive in a constant flight from a life of acceptance, his Life is filled with questions and complexities. There is no room
for blame. In a secret place, he was crafted skillfully; non are the same.*
Stored away in my garage are many items of relative values. Some have little
to no value and are pleading for me to tossed them. Others are just put in containers relative to their size and shape. Some totes contain various items
with distinct labels of identity. Some are boxed; some are in totes; some are very clearly 'marked'. Fragile people are Like boxes of beautiful jars and
choice pottery. Such ones must be cushioned and shielded, with postings, signs, and markings, less they be broken in a thousand pieces. There is a
Divine Mandate requiring us to be sensitive and protective of them. To do less is to be a lesser human. Always present is that inability to stand
up to conflict and withstand insensitive people. He cries easily and hurts badly. He requires special touches of love and human kindness. The 'marked
ones' are so designated, not because he is more important; but rather, because he is so very fragile, and must be handled with care. The one who
would dare to bully or mistreat him will himself be uncovered and revealed as one with much disfunction and sickness. No elasticity; No bouncing ability; No
flexibility; as if crafted in a sea of glass. He is entrenched with fragility. Finished and matured glass is highly useful, but is very vulnerable and easily
cracked and broken. Some of us are strong and solid like a rock. Some of us are weak and vulnerable like sheets of glass. We all are made in God's image
and likeness. You and I have an intrinsic worth of high and equal value. May we be as HE who notices every falling bird**, and embraces us as HIS friends.
10132017 PS Contest, Fragility, Hamilton,5P *Psalm 139:15, **Matthew 10:39
There is still frost on the roof tops and I wonder about all the silver haired souls
that are wondering why they are being moved, by whitely dressed ghosts
I know its a comfort to know they got to be old but before they leave the coast,
I hope and pray they get to be surrounded by those who loved them the most;
Nurses and caretakers have been underpaid and over stretched in their vocation,
they are the ones who take care of our mothers and fathers , it is not a vacation.
Recall when you were a child, how precious you were to them and how they cared,
no one dared mistreat you in a spiteful way, for near your heroes they never dared.
What kind of protection can we offer our dying parents, from this virus hoobaloo ?
Show up at their windows, send them rainbows and flowers made of paper
bring food and masks and goofy made home made cards, until this comes to taper.
Remember the streaks of your mothers blond hair and the flour on the counter space
Remember the crease of your fathers laughter lines, how he loved you with such grace
The broken dolls of yesterday, are the soldiers and heroes who fight a new war today
in nursing homes and in solitary domes, houses unattended, they carry no ray...
So remember this, if you see frost on your roof top today and think of mom and dad,
think of all the good things they gave you, cuz if you dont', now that would be very sad.
The supermarket calls itself
A “Senior-Friendly” store.
I read the sign and now I wonder
What it’s really for.
Do other shops mistreat the old?
Get nasty if they’re slow?
And how, in this establishment,
Does senior-friendship show?
Perhaps employees push the carts
Of those who look “of age,”
Though senior status often’s not
An easy thing to gauge.
Or maybe certain items sit
On all the lower shelves,
So prunes and other “senior” foods
The old can reach themselves.
I might just stop inside to check
This “Senior-Friendly” place,
But if they’re extra-nice, I’ll wipe
Their smiles right off their face!
This story goes as follows back when I was 19 a hot boy
my vision it was hollow she was 17 the sweetest girl that I
ever met, we wrote each other poetry but she never knew
the real me or rather the me who I was when I wasn't
with her how I was drowning in sin slowly trying to clean
up my mess like a swiffer but despite the street life I was
never the type to mistreat any woman so I choose to
break it off....a few months later I got knocked off and the
whole time I was down I was trying to get back what I
had lost...the sweetest girl I ever knew I dropped her off
because the street life came before her so emotionally I
was singing the blues, trying to find her, I went to places
where we met and hung out @ hoping to find the one
that was so right for me but I was the one who went left
now I'm a wreck...so I let it go. I always told myself if we
met up again I would told her what happened to me and
its 8yrs later she's single so am I and her feelings haven't
changed for me, feels like a movie right it has to end in an
happily ever after we spent some time together and I
know now no other woman could make me feel how she
does new chapter and no other woman matters...long
story short we're taking it one day @ a time and I no
longer have to wonder or day dream what if she was
mine true story.
God will accomplish what he intends
And if there is ambiguity on this side of heaven
There is blessing in how God governs the lands
With or without leaven, it’s His splendor
And if it seems ambiguous, let us perfectly consider
If it is that way that God is for us
And the angels will proclaim in their chorus
And as Gamaliel has said if this is of God
Then we shall know if it is purposeful
Because of God’s nod, His okay
For it is, it’s for our sake
And for God's glory
So, the struggle continues, in each heart is the fight
But we are sinners and as sinners must partake in God's light
Condescending from above
The Voice from Heaven, The Son and The Dove
Let us be thankful for each moment each day
Being down on our knees and ready to pray
Being repentant every moment at sins foray
It's constant, it's relenting
To get us sinners repenting
Give glory to God with all soul, strength, mind
Let us not be the ones taken but the ones left behind
(I say this for the misunderstanding of what happened in Noah’s day
And how sinners apply it to today (Sorry Tim LaHaye)
Ambiguity’s purpose and all the fluidity (it is the people, we)
We beat, and did mistreat, and hung Jesus on a tree
Free will must coincide with what God did and still
Finds a way to each heart (a place we do maim and kill)
Right here you should say, God forbid a heart to behave this way
And He turns each heart of stone to flesh in Jesus
The Truth, The Life and The Way
In this world we thank You Lord
for your decisions and provisions
For what You do afford
For us this day and your common grace
Falls on a world as does rain
And He emptied Himself (this is Jesus I speak of)
On the cross and to death
That a dying world could be breathing God's breath
He has risen in this triumphant decision
Before dawn ever lit
Before there were men to acquit
I AM
God has done for you and me
Accomplishing all things perfectly
So let us not get all bent out of shape
At one moment of discomfort, despair or in haste
But focus and be thankful for all the years filled with days
Of God's love and good grace (He’s gone to great lengths)
In our defense, In God’s albescence
Made our crimson stain white
Count your blessings in many ways
In your prayers and in the warmth of the sun's rays
So don't chide and hide
Come out together with the Lord and reside
Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting,
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding
vim, vinegar and *****
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy schmaltzy
harmonic livingsocial kerplunk
also intoxicating this perk o' late
ting teetotaler, no longer ginger
who doth oft times ale
with melancholic funk,
whereat imbibing nectar
of the Gods with fulfillment
temporarily quicken ends euphoric,
albeit 'pon firm meant soberly drunk.
Ah...nothing more uplifting
than (Anita Bryant raisin eyebrows)
plugging sunkist orange treat,
this sensate being privy,
sans front row seat
agog at orchestral, festival, viz
choral paean courtesy sweet
flora and fauna feat
bequeathed to Mother Earth,
a requiem pulsating with heartbeat
pitch perfect exultation
glorifying spring days soon obsolete
ethereal, ideal, and
sensational tonic to gin
prestidigitation, qua
natural psychological helpmeet
pleasant distraction with intent to read
temporarily placating, needling craving
for Pete sakes daily
fix this news junkie,
trembling when complete
awareness he doth accrete,
where quite glum, how
civilization didst mistreat
planet, hence feeling downbeat,
especially haunting ghosts of
Native Americans drumbeat
signal harbinger debacle
i.e. environmental doomsday
soon fated extinction
sealed and complete
inexorably inching closer to reality
necessitating superman to defeat
global warming rendering vast swaths
uninhabitable as Gaia global
temperature packs tremendous heat!