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Having then been wed less than a year
when my loved one was removed from the earth
at that time as I sought the truth
I came to experience God's new birth
But after a few months on Christian pathway
been given a love now had been taken away
I began to question my situation
Then God asked by music which way?
The music was from late Keith Green
'so you wanna go back to Egypt'
was the album that God used
to take my soul be completely stripped
The question came from the title track
I knew it put me on the rack
all my moans could not suffice
for God's ways best I must get back
So many songs on this album
showed how much I did yet lack
such as 'you loved the world'
'lies' and 'Romans VII' spoke to my heart
But God lifted me to the heights
to say 'O Lord you're beautiful'
'I want to be more like Jesus'
with 'Grace by which I stand' were my fuel
This continually speaks to my soul
questioning 'If I love the Lord'
my heart must be united to His
to be able to use his divine sword
So now nearly 31 years later
I continually 'pledge my head to heaven'
never wanting to be back in Egypt
realising to me God's perfect love is given
(My favourite album of all time still is 'So You Wanna Go Back to Egypt' by Keith Green.
This occurred when I was widowed after less than a year of marriage, I came to Christ at that time of my late wife's passing but after a few months, I lost the way a bit and feeling sorry for myself and not happy with God. So then God used this album to put me back on the Kings highway again, Glory to His wonderful name.
I am now married again to Christine for 29 years, indeed God is good!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MD9W61KZYxk
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
Hello day! I'm ready for you
Show me what you got
Try to put a kink in my armour
Just gimme your best shot
Go ahead I dare you, pal
Nothing can put me down
See this grin across my kisser
No way you can make it a frown
I really don't got no negatives
So how'd like dem apples
It won't do you no damn good
I'm a toughie for you ta grapple
You thought you had me yesterday
But I rebounded real quick
So don't you try messing with me
A fight is what makes me tick
My happiness is here to stay today
I feel it in me bones
Happiness wins another round
So you won't be hearing no moans!
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Dawn creeping over the land
fresh sprinkling of snow
makes the garden gleam
Grandma already busy
she is preparing dinner
a fine fat goose awaits
Stuffed with chestnuts
it goes in to slowly roast
heavenly smells emerge
Stirrings from up above
The children run down
excitement shining on faces
As they spy the presents
picking the up for a shake
called to come for breakfast
Impatiently they eat their food
then outside to build a snowman
they dress it in Dad's old clothes
They sit fidgeting through service
yawning as the sermon drags on
rushing home as fast as feet can carry
At last time to open presents
a shiny new red bike for Sue
a monster truck for Gary
Mum gets jewellery and perfume
a set of tools for Dad
Grandma gets her special chair
The goose and all the trimmings ready
Dad carves and serves them all
deep silent just clatter of cutlery
As the food is demolished
everyone is now so stuffed
they flop where there is room
Get your coats and scarves on
groaning they go out carol singing
soon having great fun
Returning to hot cocoa
and toasted marshmallows
in front of a roaring fire
As the sun slowly sets
the children are sent to bed
moans that it is too early
Fall on suddenly deaf ears
now it is adult time
out come the cards and gin
Much later reeling they stagger to bed
a few too many drinks were downed in toasts
as they shared memories of past Christmas's
Dark is the night
In faith's lost light
Deep is the daze
In this dark maze
Sleep brings no rest
In crazy fest
Empty the feel
In lusty thrills
Gone far away
Surreal end play
Lost in lost tense
Heavy lost sense
Drifting with tides
Of crested pride
Sorry sad sights
In loss of light
Pride peoples form
In murky norms
Too late this brief
Of gloomy grief
The way is blocked
By empty stock
Endless the moans
Of dying groans
Strange voices hurl
As madness swirls
No escape then
From where and when
Even death shuns
Our failing grunts
Time now for time
Mad echoes chime
Love cannot reach
Where nightmares beach
By and by now
Hope fades somehow
Nothing to feel
But empty deals
Leon Enriquez
30 May 2016
Singapore
Standing at the cross-roads of
past,present and unseen future,
holding the truth so strong & firm,
fearing it may slip out of the lips.
Weeping heart hopes to shout the
truth to the world that I aint a
bad human as you perceive,
but the silly heart also
wishes the truth may never come
out which shatters your beautiful,
rosy picture on moral pedestal.
Balancing my bleeding feet on
the sharp rubble of my broken world,
with dagger piercing my tongue,
so not even the moans of
truth are spilled.
Shouts are so loud that no one
hears them and the eyes
silently sheds tears which
no one ever sees.
Hope we see the beautiful
sunshine together rather me
having heart in dark and smile
in the bright light.
Written On:26/01/2025
PS:About people who cant let out truth ,even when hiding the
truth hurts the person holding on it,in keeping his loved ones
safe and happy.Those loved ones have no idea what the person
is doing for them.
She sinks into her threadbare cushion
on the aged-old rocker she huddles in daily
placing her thin-skinned arms
cold to the touch upon the arm rail
darkened from the oil of her skin
Creaks and moans play a tedious rhythmic song
from loosed screws holding the oak rockers
that roll over the rutted floor back and forth
her feet pushing off an upswept floor
as she drifts into her thoughtless doom
It is an everyday sound to her ears
She does not feel its rhythm
or hear the sounds of the day that resonate
from the busy street below
She waits for something she cannot find
day after long day
season to season
year after year
When her heart stops listening to the silence
she watches out the window facing the street
where the sidewalks carry on with life
Her eyes meet unknown faces
that she greets with impenetrable eyes
Her mouth turns down with no utterance of words
In that solitary confinement within
her self-imposed throne
the songbird has lost its song
the sun has faded in its warmth
she sits in a cathedral without god
She has fled with each lonely night
in the darkness that swallowed her dreams
to awaken to one more day at the same window
She has forgotten the sound of her name
There is no one to answer
These scars on my soul are beautiful and painful,
deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes;
the sorrow I keep within me is dreadful,
my short life has been full of death and whys.
Deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes,
I thought the passage of time would heal the scars;
my short life has been full of death and whys,
at night all my beloved are the sparkling stars.
I thought the passage of time would heal the scars,
I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies;
at night my beloved are the sparkling stars,
my forever grief is full of long past sweet reveries.
I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies,
weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone;
my forever grief is full of long past reveries,
within my soul the forever sorrow still moans.
Weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone,
yet from this pain something beautiful was to be;
within my soul the forever sorrows still moan,
and I write from a scarred soul my sad poetry.
Yet from this pain something beautiful was to be,
the sorrow I keep within me is dreadful;
and I write from a scarred soul my poetry,
these scars on my soul are beautiful and painful.
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December 12, 2015 - Reprint
Poetry/Pantoum/Beautiful Scars
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Submitted into the Premier contest Your Personal Favorite
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Another drop in the glass.
I see things from my past, which seemed happy but turn bad fast, seeing new faces around my house all the time, meeting crackheads at the age of 9, and the only thing i can do to alleviate my mind, is to write down a simple rhyme.
Hes kicked the hard drugs but drinks alone, has no ambitions just sits.... complains and moans.. the hero from my youth, getting more depressing as i grow, how to help him i do not know.
I hate it, as it turns me bitter, feeling like i cant help him, making me feel like a quitter. It brings sorrow it brings rage, and ALL I CAN ING DO IS WRITE ON THIS BLANK PAGE.
Im sorry, my anger gets the best of me sometimes, i try not to bring it out on others, its just hard because there is no one to talk to, not even my own mother.
See they split when i was 4, didnt spare me any details though, put me in the middle of that war. "Your father is trash", "your mothers a cheat" do you really ing think thats what you should tell a 5 year old me?
Its been awhile since this built up, but today was a breaking point i had to erupt, i feel like ive had enough emotions at 24, for 15 people it starts to destroy.. my psyche and everything that makes me.. me, because as far as i know history is gona repeat, the idea of a loving family is uncomfortable you see, because its not something in my history.
Its sad... id like to be happy with kids and a wife, but i dont know how to feel when im presented that life, i deny it due to fear of me following that path, so instead i suffer from my own wrath
Pushing people away, living my life at bay, physically and emotionally, which i know is the wrong way. I cant seem to help it, and i cant seem to feel, emotionally numb as i try to appeal..
Appeal to the people in which i try to form a relation, but they dont want broken product, and i get hit with devastation. These are honest feelings coming from my heart, i wish there was a quick fix button, a restart.
But i know life doesnt go that way, so ill keep silent about it in my day to day.. a young man stuck living in his past as his father pours another drop in the glass.