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Lazarus fell ill so Martha and Mary sent a word to Christ
to let Jesus know all that was occurring in their lives
but Jesus did not respond nor did he venture right away
He stayed where He was for two whole days
now Jesus loved Martha, Mary and Lazarus very much
and He sensed that Lazarus was in need of His healing touch
but what many can't see or even understand
is that sometimes we have to wait on God's unfolding plans
God may need to position us so that we can come to see
and understand that our emergency may not need His urgency
your eyes and ears are just for the gathering of information
but they're not equipped to decipher godly interpretation
a word sent to Jesus may require a lengthy process
as time may be needed before the situation can be addressed
now Lazarus had died but that was God's divine plan
so that Jesus could raise him from the dead with His anointed hands
we all have to go through some stuff in order to be reborn and renewed
so that the Holy Spirit can now work in and through you
to be transformed and transcended by the power of the Holy Ghost
no longer to compartmentalize those things in life we need most
to get rid of the dead things physically and spiritually
which are giving off a foul odor all around thee
and when Jesus arrived He said, "where is he?"
my friend Lazarus who has need of Me
but what Jesus was really asking for is those gifts to us He gave
those blessings we have packed away or buried in a grave
we need to stop letting Satan whisper words of doubt
that make us feel incapable of working it all out
for not everything we bury is truly dead and gone
as God has the resurrection power to revive it and make it strong
so if you're buried under the burden of life's situation
its time to seek out Jesus for divine rejuvenation
so roll away those stones that have you in bondage and entombed
be they internal or external let Jesus have some room
now Jesus said Lazarus come forth and he did obey
and he was still in the grave clothes from his interment day
so when God sends you an invite come as you are
He's not looking for perfection nor a shining star
and when a word is sent to Jesus we need to understand
that He will respond according to God's divine plans
MY EXISTENCE (AMY)
I walk into the graveyard and see “Amy” on your stone,
And know from family hist’ry you’re not lying there alone.
She was not my mother but I can’t help but know
I owe my whole existence to the mother there below.
Amy was expecting, her first child on its way.
She took a spell as people said away back in that day.
The doctor came by buggy, few autos way back then.
No telephone to call him in the year nineteen and ten.
The doctor came into the room and in a solemn voice,
Said I cannot save them both, you have to make a choice.
“The mother by all means”, my future father said,
Then waited for the verdict, room filled with hope and dread.
But the doctor was unable to rescue either one.
He had no help to save them, surgeon far away in town.
He conveyed the dreadful news, his lack of skill confessed.
Said that he was sorry, he had done his very best.
They laid Amy in her grave for her eternal rest,
Her stillborn child still with her, placed upon her breast.
I can’t imagine father’s pain as they were lowered down,
His wife and child and future disappearing underground.
I’m so sorry for you Amy, you deserved a better fate.
Your whole life lay before you, so many paths to take.
A half built house reminder, still left for him to see.
I’m sorry that you had to die so that there could be me.
All the chapters in my life would not have taken place.
All the people that I knew, others in their space.
A trillion interactions, all the things I’ve done.
The sum of my existence, the sum could have been none.
I walk out of the graveyard, still more for me to give.
Humbled by my fortune in ever having lived.
One sad event occurring, so many years gone by.
The hand of fate deciding who would live and who would die.
Ellis Pringle Craig, 2025.
Can’t give you any reasons, can’t think of any rhymes
Not getting any easier to stay between the lines
I’ve got lots of excuses so I’ll be justified
Someday my heart will tell me how often I have lied
Why do I do what I do?
So many times it happens, I act and then regret
So many things occurring I just cannot accept
One day I might have answers, perhaps I’ll never know
Just have to learn the lessons but it all comes too slow
Why do I do what I do?
So analyze the queries and agonize each day
It’s no surprise the theories won’t chase the doubts away
I make believe I’m okay but that’s naïve, I know
For I perceive that someday, someway I still need to grow.
Why do I do what I do?
They say it takes a lifetime to finally understand
But I’m all out of patience ‘cause it’s all out of hand
So, show me which direction and I will turn my heart
I’ll step into the future and play a brand new part.
Why do I do what I do?
[For those of you unfamiliar with the Ice Cream Gran saga,
Ice Cream Gran or Turbo Gran is a crime fighting granny.
Guess what she drives…..]
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Ice Cream Gran, in her ice cream van
Turned on her cheerful tune
Today she’s free to serve ice cream…
No crime this afternoon
Her new Black Forest ice cream
Which would normally have cherries
Is now her new best seller
Since she changed them for strawberries
A lady, large and very brash
Said, ‘Large with chocolate chips,
not in a cone but in a dish,
those cones sit on my hips.’
Her snottty son who seemed quite young
Said, ‘Give me ice cream now!’
He then got let down by his tongue
which said, ‘You daft old cow.’
‘Of course, young man,’ said Ice cream Gran
‘Is chocolate sauce all right?’
He grabbed the cone and wolfed it down
And whimpered, ‘Gaaaaarrrrhhh…. Marmite!
But when her secret phone announced
That crime was now occurring
Gran said you’d best be on your way
There’s crime to be deterring
So Turbo Gran sped up the street
Her turbo van high-tailing
Its sirens like that rude young man
We’re positively wailing
22 June 2022
Contest: Ice Cream Poetry
Sponsor: Julia Ward
STAND WITH A FACE OF HUMILITY
Thou curse a great angel to fall
from the heavens of glory and power,
though let man build towers for himself alone
letting him gaze on earth down.
Daggers are unknown but
they are directed to oneself
piercing six-inches deep in the heart
though made unreachacble stars of ruthless dreams,
there bete noire, implacable enemies abounds ,
occurring impossibilities cause bitter torments
art a fortress a defense for nothing, nothing?!
A sneering wall for a human being
the lowly thou had trodden down
callused feet has stepped upon.
The anon ignorant void of wisdom infuse a poison
drops dripping from temptuous cup
of sweet assurance, of self-ambition and arrogance.
A pedestal thou arts amidst life's superficial ways
a courage to lift up a haughty face
the narrow rocky roads thou dwell is full of blooms
but will the ends refrain from drowning doom?
Poor man thou hast enslaved
in thy ruthless breaking embrace
secured within thoughts of highness
knowing not where he will stay.
Above, may he think and look unto the ground,
a place of fifth to step upon
for alas he has partaken from thy cup,
so now he's done.
Thou made a distance so near
yet to very far, unreachable.
A human never a god
harsh and vicious
are the gigantic trials knocking him down
Imposing.Intimidating.Haunting. Freezing
but must they be?
Must they be or should he rather
open his eyes and flee
to the flying flicks of times?
Crepuscular are the cascading days
but always they pass epiphanies.
A heart of stone melts but
from it births the human heart
who is able to choose paths which lead them
to face the world not with pride
but with humility...
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Sponsor Name: Broken Wings
Contest Name: Any poem trashed in a recent contest
~~6th Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
12:38 pm. August 01, 2015
History records the triumphs of the deserving heroes,not of tyrants,
on those eternal pages to remind Humankind of their sacrifice
that were immensely cherished and safely
sealed in its graceful memory;
let mine be regarded as such,
because my purpose is to expose greed and misery,
and all I ask of the dissident is to consider my plea:
to neither retaliate or harbor any bitterness for being so harsh,
while I am ready to achieve another milestone
marking this fateful day as my new dawn...
The fall of Socialism made way for Democracy,
the Berlin's was taken down away by hands seeking freedom,
where evil once had cultivated the idea of a supreme race;
and while some empires fall, others rise even greater than the previous ones!
I have seen one fall in my turbulent life-time, an empire built by the Czars,
and who thought I'd have been so lucky to witness this from a free country:
in which to worship God is not prohibited by any means;
and I express myself knowing no measure in sending massages across
an universe which believes more in materialism,
and hates the idea of being spiritual and liberal, but chooses conservatism...
Anyone can achieve another milestone
and have his or her name engraved in stone,
marble and bronze statues of the famous are put on a pedestal:
I read their plaques and admire them all;
will mine stand on a similar altitude,
or unfairly deny me the crown of laurels, confining me to solitude?
If so, no storm would lap against me, and no sun would scorch me,
and the lamp-posts with the evasive moon wouldn't gaze down in sympathy;
but my uncertain joy can't prevent this event from occurring tomorrow,
and whatever the historians decide, many will read my obituary...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Sunset, occurring daily (and as such, no miracle by the nature of the word),
calls me again to it's evening forum, where I, though vaguely moved to testify - again, only watch.
I watch...And as ever, am left rippling with the quiet swell of majestic privilege felt from inception (I am certain) by each and every oak tree born of ancestral crops in earths red canyons - Intrinsically original, yet universally indistinguishable from it's likewise peerless brothers.
A part of the whole.
I myself am human and in so being, have been much exposed to the impossible pink of a newborn day and to the breeze of sky blue it becomes with age. But this ongoing cycle of singularities leaves me unimpressed...
It is the sunset I await.
The sunset, who, unlike it's younger selves, is fast running out of time. Yet, who each night still requests my audience and waits patiently while I (no miracle myself, by the nature of the word!) valiantly attempt perfect attendance.
Tonight, though I am only here as a bystander, the sunset, now in it's twilight moments, asks a few words of me.
And tonight, I speak...
For I have long awaited the day when, at it's end, I could tell the beautiful sunset all that it has meant to me. And thank it for the elegant gift it has been my honor to accept each and every evening of my life. This being so, now I stand and my face awash in it's molten light,
I whisper to it from my reverent pew...
And the story I tell is one not only of it's own magnificence
But also of mine...
Workplace harassment is rife, alive and well,
Occurring too often in this pseudo company.
Derogatory, condescending words roared, inches from your face,
Sounding like a battlesque symphony.
People in charge making foolish demands,
Then usurping workers places, employing visible stealth.
Not being productive, effective or profitable,
To any of the workers, or for the companies health.
Forcing workers to feel small, inadequate, not bright,
Forcing workers to accept their lot in life.
And, to any workers who bring up any questions,
Publicly back stabbing them, with a knife.
Workplace harassment in this office, it’s cruel and demeaning,
To the folks just plying their trade.
It’s easy to see the bullies in charge, strutting around,
Ready, waiting, clasping a shiny switchblade.
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I say I'm a designer of systems, plans
Man's
Parts that stand together, set in place to serve
Trees and planets, too, which are unplanned by us
The observant, wise man
Tries to understand
Name the parts, pistil and stamen
Rocks, eskars
Elements.
Winter is shuddering to an end, mud roads
Cardinal pairs
Robin flocks return that will soon pair off
Buds
Soils swell
Will I live to smell it again, learn the lobelias
Understand and name the parts
It ought to be a great comfort to be so insignificant
Go among weeds, a wind
Thinking to myself
One's never alone
A dichotomous key is needed, a book of twigs and fruits
Accumulated over time and generations
Without it mine would be a blank mind
To be blank but knowledgeable
Without any machinery
In a perfect silence
That is the definition of death for which we have only to wait
But in my panic last night I thought death's inert
Grace requires consciousness
Hold on long to the senses
At least a century, maybe more
A boy hanging upside down from a fence at sunset, counting clouds
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Now we go to our daily practice
And chosen disciplines
Sustained by the satisfactions of being good men among our fellow men
Women
Choosing to do this and not that
With the finite days allotted us that at first seemed like a lot
They're now few
But the chickadee's life to the chick and the cankerworm moth's to the
worm
Seem as long to them as ours to us
What question am I asking today
By now, past half a century, I should have chosen a discipline
And been satisfied
To be a war president one must have war
May you live in interesting times?wish or curse?
Squirrels, high in oaks,
Fiber, fat and protein in acorns
Strong runners, leapers, climbers
Should stay off the roads which some cannot avoid being where they're
born
Natural selection is occurring
Those that look for machinery in motion
Hesitate or don't as needed before crossing
Live in larger numbers than those whose modus operandi's
Guessing
The ravens eat the fur and guts of bad guesses off the roads
I impose my own small order
Having chosen mountains over plains or shore
Go to my daily discipline
And estimate the motions of the seas and stars
Measuring my satisfactions by my children's satisfactions
Mental bilocation is a complex but genuine experience occurring more frequently, than commonly thought.
First time I experienced it I was twelve and it was summertime. The family was sitting on the balcony while I was in the house, taking a shower. They say that water is a conduit but at that young age I didn't have a clue what happened to me.
There was a fire in the neighborhood. One moment I am seeing water falling on my face and the next I am hovering over my parents bodies listening to their conversation. I got dressed and went outside knowing beforehand that when I got there, there would be no one for they had all gone to see the fire. When mom asked how I knew where they were I told her I had followed them with my soul, that is how I knew the exact location.
The next time it happened I was thirty three years old and
again it was during a shower time. One moment I was in the hotel
showering, the next I was hovering inside the gazebo just behind the band,
I heard the singer having a conversation with my daughter. I repeated it to my daughter words for word, and she was shocked.
This experience stayed with me a lifetime. Although I am old now,
I will never forget these two experiences.
True Story
Ps I haven't spoken a word of this to anybody in many many years.