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All Glory and Praise to Jesus forever.
Giant waves crash against my mind.
Black mirrors hold hidden danger yet Jesus is Greater.
Holy is Jesus his name is Holy his deeds are Holy.
Praise Jesus forever for letting me talk with Glenda Please watch over her Lord Jesus.
Thank you Jesus for all you do and will do and have done.
Thank you Heavenly Father for sending Jesus to us and all he has done for us and will do and is doing.Faith may my Faith never waiver ever again. May I forever trust in you Jesus as my protector.
Heaven knows I am evil and not worthy of God's Love and Mercy but for his glory I will always praise you Heavenly father and Lord Jesus our great High priest and Our Lord of All Lords.
Mercy to me Oh Lord I know I am unworthy of your mercy and Grace but I beg you for mercy.
Praise You Jesus forever all glory to you forever and ever Lord of Lords and King of Kings You alone are worthy. All Glory to Jesus forever and ever.
Mercy to me Lord Jesus I praise You forever thank you for being my best friend and showing me love when I am unworthy of your Love yet you give it freely knowing I am only Patrick ORourke a normal person. Unworthy of so much Love Thank you Jesus for all you have done for me. All the dreams and all the visions and all the poetry and everything you have shown me of wonders beyond mention.
Love doesn't need to knock you down
Sometimes it's ever so subtle
Before you know it you're under it's spell
Helplessly trapped in love's bubble
No use trying to escape the entrapment
It's futile you're under it's spell
After long and heightened anticipation
Your pulse is racing like hell
The absolute extreme best kind of love
One that's totally uncontrived
The kind that happens when least expected
That takes you by complete surprise
Excitement as much as you can bear
You think you're going insane
Can't sleep, can't do normal everyday things
Your world has been set aflame
Love often starts so innocently at first
And grows into a love tornado
Passionate love that builds and builds
Until it's a raging inferno!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Spring is coming soon - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long. The shining sward
Gleams, garlanded with daisies. Every pond
Is laced with life! I love to see the spawn,
Surmising that the lambs, so lately born,
Can frolic in the fleeces they have donned,
Occasioning the watchfulness of ewes.
March hares are up on haunches, sparring hard,
Ignoring me with haughty disregard,
Neglecting normal safety norms. For shoes,
Gigantic oaks wear boots of bluebell blooms,
Surprising us with old-and-gnarled-and-new!
Obliging insects fertilize the plumes
Of furled-out flowers, iridescent blue,
Narcissus and nasturtium, breaking through!
Sunday 26 March, 2017
He couldn’t fit his shopping cart
And suitcase through the door
And screamed at the conductor
(Quite a challenge to ignore).
Once seated, he spread out and then
Removed his socks and shoes.
Assessing just how nuts he was,
This added to the clues.
I glanced his way and sorrily,
I somehow caught his eye.
He then began describing
That the air was awful. Why?
The radiation on the train
Was there to make us sick,
But only some could feel it –
Those intelligent and slick.
I transferred cars while he still raved
And finished out my ride
In uneventful fashion
‘Til the trip home did provide
Another whacko, eating fries
And blaring on her phone
A news report in which
A screeching baby had been shown.
Incessantly, that baby wailed;
She played it on a loop.
I hoped that some brave soul
Would to the rescue somehow swoop.
But no – I had to listen
For we urbanites pretend
That it’s normal on the subway
For the crazies to offend.
Alabama in April,
the day is the 27th,
It all happened in the year,
2011
"What happened on that fateful day?"
That was your question
"Tornado's came through
With a lot of aggression"
Early morning had strong winds
That took the power out,
It did a lot of damage, and
Shook the trees about.
That storm was a real bad one,
But there was more to be seen.
an E-4's coming our way,
I was scared to the core of my being.
The Tornado touched down
In a city that's two hours away
"A Tornado's imminent"
Mike's fire radio did say.
To the Fire Department
My husband did go
For search and rescue,
Falling debris made going slow.
The sky became dark,
Sirens blared, thunder boomed
We all headed to our safe place
That being the innermost room.
It flattened many houses
And took many lives
That was a day
I wasn't sure we'd survive.
The storm it raged on,
Doing damage on the way
We won't forget what
All happened that day.
A weeks worth of hours
They ran calls day and night
More than 20 families,
They made sure were alright.
A war zone is what
It left in its wake
Homes, pets and loved ones
Is what it did take
Things are getting back to normal
But it took a long while,
The track of the storm
Was more than 73 miles.
That's the answer I'd give you
The answer to your question
About what happened in April
Of 2011.
Mary Taylor
1/6/2020
Aliens took her in the summer of 1997
She had nearly forgotten them
Incorporating her experiences in her dreams
Pretending it did not happen
So she could remain free and unchained
She remembered waking up on their table
Being examined by creatures with bulb like heads
She sometimes sees the dark brown orbs peering
As the aliens picked up her appendages one by one
Dropping her flesh with disdain as they dismissed each
Aliens took her in the summer of 1997
They took pieces she has never been able to salvage
They took her feelings of safety and her peace
They took her carefreeness and her uninhibited ways
Causing her to constantly be on guard and aware
She dared not speak of her abduction
If she wanted to stay free and normal
So she kept it to herself and it worried no one
Giving others the false sense of well-being
She had lost in the summer of 1997
We lived in many houses
throughout my childhood
'though some were worse than others
none of them were good
Some had moldy odors
that (at best) were most unpleasing
others had thick coats of dust
that left me coughing, wheezing
One's floor had fallen out
another's ceiling had caved in
you can just imagine
the predicament we were in
We stewed through summer's swelter
shivered, shook through winter's chill
and every time it rained, we
emptied pots and pans that filled
You may wonder how we lived
in such a state, deprived
but it was 'normal' (all I knew)
and somehow I survived!
Keep it to yourself boy
whatever it is keep it
unsaid.
So many times I wanted to speak out
to criticize what felt wrong...
Probably would regret it
a few moments of harshness
with words sharp and strong
cutting down foolishness perceived.
Silence with a shrug.
Not my business, not my time, not my problem.
No opinion just ease into neutral
live and let live, if there is trouble
look away eyes closed. Problems are never
what they seem.
Mumbling now and then, a way to let off steam
no one understood, just laughed at me.
Mumble Jumble guy he is.
At school I was the turtle boy, pulling my
sweater over my head to disappear.
Mocked and hit but strangely safe
in a shell within my mind. Secured.
Recluse not shy. I talk, I speak, stay involved
enough to pass as normal. But never really say anything.
Spoken but unsaid are my words.
Hidden are my thoughts.
Secret are my feelings.
I would like to express myself in a rhythm of
poetic phrases but its best unsaid.
Written By: D. Collins 4/17/19
He can't veto impeachment nor even pardon it.
The walls are closing in, from where I sit.
Surrounding himself with Do-Boys still won't work.
"Strong Things are Coming Out," revealing all the dirt.
Being in cahoots with the A.G. just ain't right.
But, if he's a Do-Boy, that bond is really tight.
He's got Do-Boy Jordan over in the House.
And, quite a few in the Senate, without a doubt.
Do-Boys vow to give up all ethics and morals.
Then, drive home to Virginia like this is normal.
What they think is over, is just getting started.
'Cause we're that much closer to snatching their power.
Do-Boys are no different than what was called Yes-Men.
But, common sense may come back to bite them in the end.
Because "We The People" are going to take all of it back.
The old, white, toupée people just ain't where its at.
As I sit here pondering about life,
an intense feeling of utter sadness
greets me. It came out of nowhere
instantly. What should I do now?
Emotions will come and go. They're
normal, and they serve a purpose,
there is a time to be sad and happy,
and angry too. But one's emotions
shouldn't be a master over them,
one must master their emotions.
Let sadness be a visitor passing
through, not a permanent guest.
If sadness tries to overstay its
welcome, kick sadness out and
serve an eviction notice. Let love,
joy, and kindness be lifetime guests,
in and out of season. Choose joy and
happiness always.Writing this poem
has driven the intense feeling of
sadness away. Poetry is so powerful;
it has the ability to change one’s mood.
Alexis Y.
06/09/2021