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to get real is something that we all need to do
to get real about what it is that God desires of you
Jesus of Christ came to deliver salvation and hope
He came to tell us to get real and show us how to cope
If you think that life is measured by possessions, money and wealth
it will quickly get real to you when you discover that money can't buy you health
as life is not about the things that you own
it's about giving the glory to God's heavenly throne
One day a man came to Jesus with an attitude
he wanted Jesus to tell his brother to show some gratitude
self-centered, self-consumed out of control with his greed
he had the nerve to tell the Son of Man that he needed to intercede
Jesus then told him to get real for I did not come here to judge
I came to bring salvation to man not to settle a petty grudge
God is about order, He has a mission and a plan
He has a destiny mapped out for each and every man
yet mankind is so caught up in securing secular possessions
we've lost our true focus and now need God's intercession
We tend to treat Jesus like a sugar daddy who'll give us our hearts desires
but The Savior came to modify our behavior into something that God could admire
we think that if we pray enough all of our wishes will be granted
but that is not the seed in the garden that the Lord God had planted
Jesus Christ was a gift sent to us, His life to be sacrificed
He came not to judge but to bring clarification to our lives
We need to get real with God and quickly understand
that He did not give us life without a purpose nor a plan
so find your reason for being, seek out your destiny
discover what it is that God planned for you to be
and if you think that your life will be measured by the number of things you own
you'll be judged and found wanting when you stand before the heavenly throne
so get real and in sync with God and find your true purpose for being
allow God to order your steps and let the Holy Ghost do the leading
get real and in tune with God and embrace the Holy Spirit
seek out your destiny and don't stop until you get it
It takes two to tango,
as they say.
It also takes two
to road rage.
It sure is fun watching
two insane,
out-of-control knuckleheads
zigzag aggressively
on the highway
with their driver windows down;
honking their car horns,
screaming
vile obscenities back and forth!
Classy guys exchanging "bird flips"
as they chase each other down;
both angry enough
to run each other off the road,
if they ever end up
side by side!
Can you imagine
being caught up in that craziness?
Two banshees on steroids;
funny considering
one can't understand the other.
That's exactly how to communicate!
In the midst
of all the chaotic madness,
me and you; two safe drivers
sharing the road with two idiots
without a care in the world
about the safety of others;
completely oblivious
they're also playing Russian Roulette
with their own lives.
Neither of the two
possessing the presence of mind
to simply disengage
and turn down the heat
before it spells disaster!
Do not tailgate
these uncivilized loons.
Pullover to the shoulder,
or better yet,
take the next exit to safety.
Date written: 05/03/2020
People judge your addiction
Because they don't understand
How anyone could let life
Get so far out of hand.
They don't see there's a battle
You have to fight every day
Against the demons inside you
Hoping they go away.
While you watch your life
Spiral out of control,
Slipping further out of hand
And tormenting your soul.
You know you need help,
But you're too weak to ask.
When it comes to relieving pain,
Only drugs do the task.
They will fill the hole
That is in your heart
And put your soul to rest,
A feeling you hope won't depart.
It's the only comfort you get
In this life of yours
As the drug overcomes you
And your mind soars.
You think, "Why am I fighting?
I'm never going to win."
This high is your only escape
From this hell you live in.
The Love Rose
Love like a red rose bloomed in our hearts
It grew in time but was disguised
Hidden thorns prick and stings in our souls
Until there is no more to unfold
It’s season’s change and love now grows cold
Our lives circled out of control
Sweet smelling scent of love has vanished
Broken hearts with gloom are banished
Nectar of love vapor
Crimson petals fall in the glistening rain
Lapse of time between us has refrain
Thinking our destiny was love bound
Captivating passions spellbound
The wilting desert rose cannot survive
If not rekindled with the sky’s
Raining tears of restoration
Memories in admiration
Can we again fall in love?
Love like petals falling to the ground
Parting wasn’t in the foreground
Essence of love renews our romance
Alive our hearts still dance
Your ear to my breast hear it bellow
My words in my being echo
Waiting for your riposte
My beating remains innermost
I’m still in love with you
For our love never really grows cold
Unless you want to let it go
So like the rose lets try a new bloom
Take in all joys and refresh anew
Love like a red rose blooms in our hearts
Its thorns now guards and not disguised
Our souls were never disconnected
We are bound forevermore
I’m still in love with you
As we walk among our flowers
We feel the scent of love again!
Margaret Franceschini September 26, 2014
We seek wakefulness. What does Barbados mean to me? It’s the hot sun, broad-brimmed hats, and old khaki pants. It's robust men with warm, undertone skin that blends with the cultivated land. We seek constant reassurance from those we love—that they will be there for us in both good times and bad, just to feel good about ourselves.
What does America mean to me? It means so much. It’s the place where I was able to educate my children while working from sunrise to sundown, enduring pressure and humiliation. Yet, every sunrise holds more promise, and every sunset brings more peace.
We seek solutions for all the hateful people. We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking that created them. We can’t sit back and do nothing or wonder when the racial hatred will end. I believe Putin’s war in Ukraine targets the wrong people; we seek justice for hate crimes.
What does Jamaica mean to me? It is the place of rhythm, swing, and dance, where one can fall in love today and be deceived the next. We seek answers, but only God knows that His creation is out of control. We seek peace, and peace comes with love. Where there is no love in one's heart, there will be no peace.
We all possess a little wisdom, but did we put it to the test? God opens millions of flowers every day without forcing their buds. Food for thought, my poetic friend: Be vigilant, be wise, and never trust anyone.
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Normal.
Adjust.
To What.
I'm out of control.
I'm out of control.
It's good for my soul.
It's good for my soul.
Me oh my oh. Me oh mo wo.
Oh my God, I must be psycho.
I'm Dan Dan the psycho man.
Dan Dan the psycho man.
Do the can can.
I don't care what other people think
I don't care what other people think
I don't care what other people think
I think other people stink.
When you learn how to act human.
Then you will be treated with respect
Respect.
What is human? Could it be almost anything you want it to be, Fortunately or Unfortunately.
Nevertheless
They get you with the word.
The word is love. Love.
Sucker!
Who are they?
Us.
Who's a sucker?
You're a sucker. I'm a sucker. We are all a bunch of suckers.
Some more. Some less.
Nevertheless
Is there love? I suppose.
It means leave me alone.
You're always alone.
More or less
Some more. Some less.
Nevertheless
Welcome to the wonderful world of stupidity.
Is it you? or is it me?
Anyone's guess.
Nevertheless
There's money in intelligence. Oh, yes.
There's money in stupidity too. Oh, yes.
There are more important things than money, though.
Aren't there?
Yes.
Then again,
Nevertheless.
Nevertheless.
Nevertheless.
Nevertheless.
We have all heard nevertheless
We have all said nevertheless
Will there ever be a time when you can ever say never to nevertheless?
Never I guess.
Nevertheless.
After all, only human, and we have all got...bad taste.
Some more.
Some less
Nevertheless.
I guess.
Why?
Because.
A leaf, I sail dream on your life, the stream,
till I reach the sea, your touch I’ll retain.
If you go feral in flood, drown my dream,
I’ll save my heart, won’t let it break in pain.
On flow of passion afloat I’ll remain,
for in your lapping arms I’ll sleep again.
A bird, I fly in your azure, the sky.
When summer storm rushes on charcoal cloud,
if you let it snap my wings, make me cry,
with dry tears my welled emotions I’ll shroud.
In frail nest my longing will stay avowed,
for in your horizon I’ll sing aloud.
A pebble, I toss in your swell, the sea.
When tempest strikes, waves go out of control,
if you crush me, fling in sands of debris,
I’ll search for your sapphire sheen in my soul.
In its splendor I’ll again become whole,
on the shore of your heart I want to roll.
If you grind my heart I’ll spring a surprise,
plucking love for you from the dust I’ll rise.
Posted : May 16, 2019
Contest : Urban Sonnet
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Rhyme : checked on rhymezone.com
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
June 19, 2020
Contest : Write A Poem About Enthusiasm
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Just the other day
I met Robert Goulet
I was surprised a bit
The way his mustache twitched
A mind of its own
Like in the Twilight Zone
Jumping right off his face
His mustache ran away
Teeny boppers next door
Giggled out of control
As Roberts mustached jumped
Landing in someones lunch
That's when the Maítre d
Let out a girly scream
Quite an embarrassment
To all us burly men
Then throughout the day
The mustache of Robert Goulett
Made a name for itself
As it ventured about town
His mustache all could see
Has a tinder streak
Helping old ladies out
To get across the street
Why it even saved a cat
Giving all its nine lives back
Pulled it from a tree
That was burning excessively
At that same moment saved the town
Itself from burning down
But that story's much to long
To try to abound
The town was so impressed
They trimmed up the mustache
Of Robert Goulett
Then gave it a ticker tape parade
After that they named a street
Because of its heroic feat
If it had two hands to greet
Would have handed it the city's key
And if the mustache could talk at all
Would have given the greatest speech
If Roberts mustache had only known
It'd do this good out on its own
It would have left the upper lip
A long time ago
How we abuse words
We twist and deform…
We rape them of their true meanings
And inseminate them with our own
Changing their forms
To fit what our hearts dictate
The worst abuse
Is when we call someone “friend”
Making a word so beautiful
Becomes an instrument of pain
FRIEND
When the truth is something other
It is LOVER.....it is L O V E R
Loved one…Love interest….Beloved....yet…
To hide our own insecurities
To protect ourselves from falling
To stop our hearts from calling
Only to risk rejection
To stop our minds from spinning
SO OUT OF CONTROL
We play it safe
In our comfort zones
And we call a loved one….
~~~~~~FRIEND~~~~~~
Eileen Manassian