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Her strong apron strings
have a hold over him,
Suffocating his soul
Controlling and grim.
"Let him go", I cry out
This young man in his prime
Is responsible, reliable
And ready to shine.
Her face wan and drawn
With anxiety
Is driven by fears
Plaguing her constantly.
She keeps him close
He struggles from her grip
Frustrated and confused
Heart is torn, nothing fits.
His meals and his laundry
She does every day
He's thirty years old
Not in seventh grade.
He's got a good job
She doesn't charge rent
He's trapped, must break free
Before life is spent.
Written on 2015
Dear Heavenly Father,
I do not want for anything
except for your healing touch upon my body
and for tranquility to envelop me this season.
For peace I pray -
For peace of mind and also
for your loving peace
to enwrap all the people on this planet.
Let those who seek
find the needed solutions
to the many problems
plaguing them today.
This is what I ask, and I know it is a lot.
Amidst the tribulations all around us,
let me and all my loved ones
revel in sweet harmony
this Christmas season
and forevermore.
Amen
Dec. 2, 2020 for the Christmas Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
Who wants the lime light and attention focused on them for being an outcast? Not I said the chicken.
If you allow your core values, integrity and beliefs to be altered, changed or persuaded by threats, bullying and intimidation, and you are in total fear of going up against the “present dent,” (the dent that is plaguing our country), then why are you even in office?
This administration is more like Child’s Play. It’s not even “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” It’s more like, Hi I’m Chucky, you better play. It’s the making of threats and making it understood that you BETTER play the game I play and do what I say. And if you refuse, argue, challenge, debate, disagree, or even have an opinion different from mine, then you can indeed expect extreme forms of retaliation.
So yall, we got viruses, diseases and outbreaks, but guess what? It’s not from the CDC, it’s from the BBB, the Big Bad Bully. And because you don’t wanna be next on the chopping block, and you’re not bold enough, strong enough or man enough to handle the backlash, threats and humiliation, that causes you to be fearfully silent. So what do you do? You turn a blind eye, you zip yo lip and you become a follower and you do what massa say do.
So here’s the breakdown -
If you Can’t go up against the Puppet Master
If you Can’t stand up for what’s right out of fear
If you Can’t do your job with pride, dignity and integrity
If you Can’t voice your concerns and speak your mind
If you Can’t hold town hall meetings in your district
If you Can’t handle the public backlash
If you Can’t admit when things are wrong
If you Can’t speak up in disagreement
If you Can’t defend the laws and the constitution in place
If you Can’t stand up for the core values and principles of this country… then you are not a RepubliCan, you are a RepubliCAN’T.
You must have heard many rags to riches stories,
this one is one such fairytale with happy ending.
Once upon a time, in a remote village,
lived a happy boy, called Manik, in a farmer family,
up until his parents died in an accident,
and he became an orphan,
having no one to take care of him,
and in lonely nights he slept hungry.
So, he left the village and went to the city,
searching for a job that nobody gave.
He loitered on the road, begging to survive,
until one day, out of pity and compassion,
Anil, a merchant, gave him shelter.
Manik was happy once again,
for he became a part of Anil’s family.
But problem arose as he couldn’t sleep at night,
because his room was full of mice.
Thinking to do something about it,
he borrowed some money
from Anil’s daughter, Lucy,
and bought a cat, he named Billy,
that killed all the mice to his relief.
When Anil went on a trading trip
to the neighboring kingdom,
he took Manik and his cat along.
Business over, as Anil was ready to leave,
the king asked him if he had any solution
to the menace of mice plaguing the palace.
Anil sold Billy to the king who was so pleased
for it killed all the mice in no time,
he gave a large amount of money and gold to Manik,
making him instantly rich beyond imagination.
When Manik returned home immensely wealthy,
he wanted to pay back the money
he had borrowed from Lucy
to buy the cat of fortune,
but she refused to take,
saying she had helped him then
because she loved him.
They got married and lived happily thereafter.
__________
April 9, 2023
Inspired by Dick Whittington And His Cat (Wikipedia)
Contest : Write A Sweet Fairytale For Children With
A Good Outcome Ending, Ie Nobody Gets Hurt
Sponsored by : BJ Legros Kelley
Who am I? Becoming? Who is that, she'll be.
The dragon slept... And also wept, hid herself from the party filled with tea.
Far away in her cave, brewing firey in depths.
Stewing and chewing on her mistakes and spitting out the pips of empty threats.
Emerging again, as you, as new.
A familiar dragon song, plaguing her mind and ringing again, loudly too.
The attacker, the observer, the tourist attraction, the hidden power... Which one was she choosing and could it be all?
Or none of those...
The guidance.
Behind the scenes, wisdom shared.
Could her wingspan encompass all and guide from behind?
The scenes, the circumstance, the trap of their minds...
The biggest of fantasy, monsters and magic need rest.
Sometimes a reminder of this from the hidden who once flew openly above their villages...
May encourage peace to infiltrate into to their nests.
The scariest and most unpredictable, with the brightest of lights...
Emerging as the understander and encourager of those who can no longer stay out of sight...
Listen to the whispers, before you must hide.
Oh! It is sometimes a very hard thing to do.
It must be true for me because I have
a extremely hard time.
Especially when
troubled thoughts
of uncertainty.
Accomplish plaguing
my mind.
And haunting my dreams.
Having both hope and faith,
is not a childish dream.
It can become a reality.
Jesus Christ is the only one
to harken to my desperate
pleas. He has rescued me!
He has blessed me by
protecting, preserving,
and delivering me from insanity!
For a prolonged period of time.
I have been blessed by his
hope and faith so divine.
For true deliverance from the
chains of bondage of depression.
Can only come from God's only begotten
Son, Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
February 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 13-15
Key Verse– Leviticus 14: 1-2 And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, This shall be the law of the leper in the day of his cleansing…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SIN CLEANSER
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your blood washing
Thank You for rescuing me from eternally perishing
Due to wages of sin and wickedness' pushing…
I need You to transform me through Your wise polishing.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your divine healing
Thank You for breaking my bondage so painfully ailing
Due to lustful cravings of frustration falling…
I need You to cure me since for Your help I'm always calling.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your righteousness-covering
Thank You for sanctifying me and the corrupt garments I’m wearing
Due to deceitfulness darkening my vision due to pride’s glaring…
I need You to prepare me well for Your blessed appearing.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your gracious purging
Thank You for guarding my heart against carnality-scourging
Due to temptations leading me toward trespasses so damaging…
I need You to bring me back to Your perfect will, always life-changing.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your spiritual anointing
Thank You for upholding me in my wavering in times of testing
Due to disobedience plaguing toward my fainting…
I need You to protect me against doubting and fretting.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your compassionate touching
Thank You for bathing my faith against soaking in humanistic teaching
Due to issues I question regarding standard-reaching as over-stretching…
I need You to enclose me in Your Word emphasized in every preaching.
Lord God, You are my leprosy-sin Cleanser by Your truth’s purifying
Thank You for reproving me when Your statutes I’m defying
Due to lack of worship making me miss fellowship’s edifying…
I need You to lead me toward good works so Your name I will be glorifying.
February 4, 2023
Wisdom penned on parchment white,
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,
Quenches a voracious appetite,
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.
Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,
A healer extending a helping hand,
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.
Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,
Ignition stems from diversity,
The more the merrier, they sustain.
Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.
Mania plaguing masses vast,
Knowledge bound in covers tight,
Literacy curbing poverty at last,
A golden treasure in sight.
In my restive mind keen time raced in spree,
me in the wasteland of life I could see
as fallen defoliated dry tree,
you came as rain cloud gray - drifted away, didn’t stay,
mid-day sun’s sparkling ray - ushered for me new day.
I saw the daytime crescent moon shine bright,
as the orb slowly climbed up the sky’s height,
felt lunar vibes in awe-inspiring sight.
The unique astral show - helped hopeful omen glow,
good luck in life would flow - pull me up from the low.
Mind’s balance it enhanced to great degree,
out of plaguing terrain I found a way.
Image of self-reflection came to light,
perceived the awareness of life’s change grow.
Frailty and aging are flaws in bodies of mankind
Viral afflictions are infectious and pose grave danger
Death from new diseases instantly come to mind
making us wary of shaking hands with a stranger
Toxins float in the air and swim in waters we drink
No longer is it just the elderly that succumb
Reasons why the world faces chaos on the brink
But with faith the spirit soars without feeling glum
Health issues can make a soul see things more clearly
When it's been awakened, I find my spirit soaring
I'm aware of beauty around me, and not just merely
with a glance, but I feel the wildling wind roaring
I find myself wanting to take flight like eagles in the sky
anticipating storm clouds to feel raindrops on my face
I know everything I've been given, but no longer ask why
for I've learned to accept gifts within a sweet embrace
My body is flesh and bone; my spirit is a different entity
One that will not abandon me nor let feebleness win
It has the power to exist in me as a blissful identity,
a fortress of strength, a paradigm I call my linchpin
Despite infirmities plaguing me when each day is done,
my enthusiasm for life is professed with sincere meaning
I cannot wrap my ailing body inside a cocoon, finely spun,
so, I give thanks to my spirit for its benevolent intervening.