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Author Dana Redricks
March 30, 2024
In shadows of my past, I sought release,
From bonds of trauma, longing for peace.
Hurt and broken, burdened by the weight,
Lord, free me from this lifelong freight.
With each passing year, the load grows,
Shoulders stooped, with heavy woes.
Deliver me, Oh Lord, without delay,
From the pain that grips me, day by day.
Through trials and tests, I've journeyed far,
Guided by Your unyielding star. In moments of despair, You held me tight, carrying me through the darkest nights.
Just like the footsteps in the sand, a testament true, of Your constant presence, bringing me through. You're the glue that holds everything together no matter the weather. Grant me courage to share my story, to offer solace to the weary, that it may bring You glory.
Lord You are faithful, loving, and ever true, You mend the brokenhearted, make us anew. With gentle hands to heal my shattered heart, Lord, piece by piece, mend my broken heart.
looking at the state
of this world surrounding me
anxiety poverty and despair
are all I now see
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
take a moment be grateful
give God all the glory
take a moment be grateful
God's mercy was afforded to me
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
the only things promised in life
are the love of God
plus His grace and mercy
which I take to heart
and I'll never forget the actions
of Jesus Christ
the Resurrection which gave me
an opportunity to have eternal life
take a moment be grateful
give God all the glory
take a moment be grateful
He's writing my story
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God,
I'm grateful that I ain't
We became addicted
To each other nocturnally
Thanks to the cheaper rate
Of the network that glows with pride
I was still finding it difficult to tell out
She already celebrated it with her friends
Now, with my name branded “My Love”
All over her phone the third day
Was scared to the marrow like no morrow
Was it actually love on phone?
But wait a little bit!
“What if we don’t like our faces”
Shhhh! We shrugged it off our mind
For I am in love with this voice
We both echoed simultaneously
When to see became a jinx
Two months time my proposal
She nearly screamed the roof off
“I can’t wait to see you Stephen”
Eeeh! Eeeh ! can’t get that” I pretended
“I am dying to see you soonest” she shouted
I then know, I am in for it
What! Love via phone, voice only
Who am I to tell my story?
Yet, it is a must tell story.
Alayande Stephen T.
8.18pm
8th November, 2007
True life story on IBK continues.
Staring and comparing I find
condemnation in my purse-
No feeling inside healing as my
relinquishment gets worse.
Feed me, need me
hug me then tug me-
Allow me to free thee
as I end up last.
Love me, shove me
just don’t land above me-
Allow my decree to see thee
as I forget my awful past.
Lower than low as my conscience can’t
remember-
I forget that I know this nonsense
makes life no better.
I’m a wreck on the ground with no
sanity around-
I’m a speck that can’t be found,
as I have become homebound.
Brick by brick I fell and stumbled,
trick by trick my story crumbled-
Tucked and safe I find no mortality
stuck and faced with a death of totality.
Staring and comparing I find condemnation
in my mind-
Not seeing or believing…
a detached combination I find.
Lyrics III - Dream Theater - Poetry Contest
April 7, 2017
I am nothing but a raindrop
Sliding down the path of life
I feel in the beginning I was pure
I was wholesome
but as time went by I collected dirt
I lost myself along the way
And now I need only look back to see
Parts of me that rubbed off
On the world
Sometimes I feel lost and afraid
Feeling like the path I'm on is predetermined
And perhaps that's exactly what life is
Maybe we're all sliding down predicted paths
To what will likely be similar ends
It's not as if I'm the only raindrop on this path
For there are millions of raindrops just like me
Yet each raindrop tells a story
In the pathway that it leaves behind
And perhaps one day my story will be told
Or maybe I'll fade insignificantly
Yet all I can do is keep sliding down this path
The fear of the unknown is always there
And perhaps that's exactly what life is
We're all fighting our own demons
Hoping to defeat them before they defeat us
And perhaps every raindrop loses part of who they are
We only need to look back to see
But what rubbed off someone else
Has become a part of who we are
I feel that maybe in the end I'll be pure again
And I'll be whole with a lifetime of experiences
While the dirt will be cleansed
I am nothing but a raindrop
Sliding down a windshield
Grandma has a pretty flower garden, the big white fence keeps the yard in.
I love to pick the colorful flowers,
in a vase they last for many hours.
Today guess what I saw,
a little doggy drinking with a big stripped straw.
There was a pink fluffy cat,
she wore a big blue and red rose hat.
I saw them both standing behind,
or was it just in my little mind.
Grandma said,
my story I should tell and then go to bed.
For this would make a sweet fairytale,
it should be in a book for sale.
Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.
They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off I did go.
It's our lot to grow old, not due to our sins
Trails go cold and entropy wins
But I'll boat down the waterfall where snowmelt flows,
I’ll find Mary in the place that nobody knows.
The terrain is forbidding, the ridge like a knife
Can't undo time, can't crash the afterlife
No country for old men, no breaking the rule
But I have to attempt, to give up is so cruel
Somewhere over the mountain, I wish it were so,
Mary is singing where wildflowers grow.
The starling will guide me, the meteor will show
The path to the valley where lost rivers go.
I went over the mountain, then took a fall
a thousand foot down off a sheer valley wall.
They buried my story, because no one must know.
They say I died then, but I died long ago.
the Zen Spirit of true Love or what is love?
what is love
the poetry prompt proclaimed
explain what love is
to someone who has never
experienced love
and had no idea at all
no clue as to what love is
I decided that I had no answer
that would satisfy
that love is sort of like
the belief in God
you either believe it
or you don’t
there is no rational basis
there is no rational basis
for love at all
it is not just
as second hand emotion
despite the popularity of the song
it is not chemical induced temporarly insanity
it is not biological endured DNA programing
hard wired to help us to get sex
and make babies
and then keep our mates
to help raise said babies
it is all of these things yes
and scientists may someday
and scientists may someday
be able to pinpoint it all
break it down
in its component parts
analyze the hell out of it
but they will never understand it
in the end
it comes down to this
Love is mysterious
love is magic
there is a certain zen element
to love
a certain taoist element as well
there is a certain taoist element as well
those who can define it
have never experienced it
and those who have experienced it
can never describe it
one can say a few things
love happens
when you least expect it
love creeps up on you
love happens
when you are washing dishes
drinking wine
dancing at a club
making love
making love
for the first time
or the 10, 000th time
and every time
is different
than the time before
love happens when you give up
searching for love
waiting for love
wishing for love
wishing for the one
then one day
the one walks out
I first saw this prompt five years ago and gave up trying to define love, but after 40 years of love I finally have an answer. It is based on a true love story for details on how we met see my story , "dream love" on my blog page, Https://theworldacordingtocosmos.co m or my various dream girl/love poems especially "the Story of How We Met" on AP I am writing a screen play called "timeless love" on this story as it would make a great movie. © 16 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller
At The Mountains of Madness Contest
Sponsor: Timothy Hicks
Mountains of Madness
Mania developed above the mounts of my glory
Abandoned at two and you never knew my story
Delirium confirmed in the break of the morn’
Nasty lies were told since the day I was born
Expected failure from the world’s point of view
Severe anger in a frenzy with no inner value
Sanctified insanity, but no one ever knew
Sincere lunacy condemns my emotions,
Higher than the hills yet low enough to fail,
My craze developed into a strange devotion,
I keep running in circles just chasing my tail.
I’m in a lost box without sanity awoken,
Insane from the peak of the tall heap,
From the darkened absurdity, my legs broken,
My preposterous lows keep hiking too steep.
I’ve seen many days of ludicrous conditions,
And many moments of being foolishly sad,
To all the made up mountains of renditions,
I’ve become demented and psychologically mad.
Date Written: May 18, 2016
You're being fallacious, saying I still loved her
Accusing me of falsity to prey on emotions
When it was really you, whom I truly admired
But you ran for the exit, way before we tried.
When I first met her, in a chance encounter
Dazzle me she did, with brilliant scarlet colors
Sharing with me how deeply she yearned more.
Charmed by her visage, I let feelings ride
Being curious to agnize, why did she tantalize
Flirting with my eyes, resting on my vibes
Floating on my air, charming my universe,
Till I saw him with her, inciting me to bewilder
Who was that man, who held her in embrace
Taking boldly my place, while kissing her face.
As I felt all my oxygen eviscerate from lungs
Spinning like a vortex, my emotions whirled
Taking a plunge into abyss of the unknown.
I didn't see it then, this is how my story ends
Perhaps it's best to skip reasoned arguments,
Especially those love doesn't comprehend
For in matters of heart, logic seldom helps.
June 17, 2017
Eight word challenge 7-- by John Hamilton
Agnize = to be fully aware or cognizant