Long Quitting Poems
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God be thanked for grace of laughter He's never shutting down
Mirth blessings for ha-ha-ha bursts that keep on pouring down
With enthusiasm-warmth midst community lockdown
Along His provisions always flowing down.
The Lord be praised for upholding us; from stress, to slow down
Cheering* against global crisis putting many down
Reviving our souls to fight tendency of breaking down
Propping strength in fighting despair-caused knock down.
Christ be glorified for enabling us to move on as to Him we bow down
Directing us to approach Him with faith, humbling down
Since He is graciously reaching us down
While we worship in spirit and in truth, reverentially kneeling down.
We trust the Saviour Who smites pandemic gloom that’s pressing fervour down
Bringing us nigh Him, despite social distancing, greatly pulling each one down
He’s our wellness power, making us healthy, with great physical tone-down
Sparing us from high blood pressure as His serenity calms us down.
Propelled with the spirit of never quitting down
Exhorted to rejoice, as our cares to the Sovereign we cast down
We cleave to the Holy Ghost Who can conquer anxieties tearing down
Sufficed by His mercy and grace, indeed heavenly sent-down.
We laugh out loud with divine joy, bouncing up from falling down
To bask in blissful peace while hearing Bible preaching when sitting down
Ready to serve along diligent commitment to push laziness down
Exuberant for ministry pursuits, prayerfully… not feeling down.
Matthew 14:27 … Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.
Acts 23:11 …The Lord stood by him, and said, Be of good cheer…
August 28, 2020
2nd place, "Living It Up For Laughter" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/1/2020.
"Point of no Return"
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Death is a "Point of no Return"
Labouring with his flagging wings to fly,
Like lame lark he soars above cotton clouds
During the day and night to reach the sky
As with invisible wings he`s endowed;
It`s his soul quitting his bodily frame
That lying abed for some woeful weeks
With sustained stretch of stinging pains aflame
Now to part away is yearning to seek;
Afflicted to very core with heart ailment
Rescue has reached a point of no return,
With his closest of kin torn with lament
And his spouse expressing deepest concern;
Half alive half dead, gazing at he sky
He appears living in another world,
Silent and speechless with no sigh, his eyes
Dipped in some distant dreams are nearly curled.
Death is implacable and knows no bound,
When knells for us our final divine bell
Like yellow autumn leaves we kiss the ground
And to smoothen its will no tale to tell.
Simple folks or monarchs, vassals or lords
At their journeys` end kneel before its shrine
And to cajole it just cannot afford
Nor to sidestep its smashing sizzling shine
Death, indeed, is a point of no return
It respects neither caste nor creed nor rank
And allows not to make any U- turn
Nor does it permit any playful pranks.
Life is to be enjoyed while we learn from God Who teaches the best lesson:
Such is to love Him above all – in and out of season
To esteem Him with pure heart’s reason
Seeking His grace to transform us to be a better person.
Life is to be optimized while we understand that to fear the Lord is vital
Since doing so for wisdom-gaining is fundamental
To keep us from sin that’s perilous and fatal
Bringing us His blessings in their grand total.
Life is to be shared while we trust God’s Word which we must cherish
As our faith stands against trends that easily perish
Upheld by His truth mere opinions can’t tarnish
In His confidence He does readily furnish.
Life is to be valued while we flee from worldly influences’ destruction
Overcoming pride, flesh and vanity’s temptation
As we walk through the Spirit’s confirmation
While in His fellowship we bring to Him our petition.
Life is to be grateful for while we stay in God's will* where He is the Driver
For that’s the best choice we have as His love-receiver
We abide in Him, by His mercy, quitting never
Blooming where He has planted us to be a help-giver.
*Romans 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
June 28, 2018
Edited on June 28, 2022
3rd place, "Life Is" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron Flores; judged on 9/27/2023
Thralldom etched in *****sapiens (mine) DNA
Though your true blue stated civilian
never enlisted nor impressed,
nonetheless I own an opinion
originally embarked on poetic quest
to express purposelessness,
when soldiers rest
at peace i.e. eternally,
many attired courtesy
smart uniform strong with zest.
Psyche steeped, macerated, brewed
as token scapegoat, cue
trumpets Don to toot
courtesy more'n one
nasty shortish brute
weasley chastened me
round mulberry bush
said monkeys chased scaredy
cat me... point moot
regarding... rung me
ragged standing astute
adjacent Thomas Jonathan
"Stonewall" Jackson
(Confederate general during
American Civil War),
his own troops accidentally
fired on him during
Battle of Chancellorsville
in Virginia doth not compute
"friendly fire" unleashed during
one among many hot pursuit
part and parcel of wars,
since time immemorial
gung ho practiced soldier and/or
scared cat neophyte unwittingly shoot
pellets traveling speed of
sound bullet out - gunmetal chute
ordinarily pardoned distinct mistake
versus homicide statute
nonetheless...about
thee (rhetorical question), wherefore
art thou purpose to war,
those slain now paid tribute
since major hostilities of
World War I formally
ended at 11th hour of 11th
day of 11th month of 1918
yet... I question military conflicts
battle hymns constitute
legacy e'er since Homo
sapiens stood erect,
many soldiers of misfortune,
sons of destitute
versus wealthy heirs accepted perception
that war was "a rich man's war
and a poor man's fight"
countless generations ago
deserters fate would mean execute
"the bastard," even second decade
into twenty first century
once sworn in at basic training,
getting discharged (vodka luck), but absolute
zero tolerance quitting before
duty commitment desertion flagrant violation,
no easy task leaving service minus
tribunal meeting severe to prosecute,
thus joining military unlike
accepting any other job
punishment greater than Das boot,
yet patriotism, née jingoism
not ideal, viz conflict resolution,
verstehen, or did this wordsmith convolute?
One day he quietly walked away
At the apex of gleaming gadgets, he said, "Good day."
So long to 'Fake Book', 'Instant Grams', 'Flip Flop', and 'Bitter.'
My, oh my! The rumors that rang out about him being a quitter
But I ask, is quitting so bad?
We're often taught that it is, and this is what is so sad
Karmic lessons being taught
Mister Hermit is learning and peace is being sought
He's abstaining and retaining
Now, glorious gifts he's obtaining
Back to the basics reuniting with foundational bliss
Embracing mother nature, peace, and a celestial kiss
Off the 'Grid, Mister Hermit goes
Where that is, nobody knows
One could speculate this or maybe that
But one thing is for certain: his life and peace he begat
The anxiety boils up inside my bowels and
Presses up under my heart.
Right before it breaks into the back of
My throat and tears my speech apart.
Can't get the words to come out but what flows
Are tears and worry.
Yellow belly emotions, cowardice, and quitting
These thoughts won't leave my mind, it's blurry.
How did I get this way and all jacked up
What lesson did I miss out on?
Under a shell of muscle and uniform
Marine, you good? Can you perform?
I can't explain it. I suppress it with reading and
Many studies. Journaling and blogging and training.
I'm always behind the eight ball though, it is draining
I'm not complaining.
I'm tired and fatigued and don't like the guy
I see in the mirror
Staring back at me with disgust,
and he criticizes, him I don’t trust.
My confidence was sapped years ago and it was
All false and fabricated
The new confidence comes with a price
Pressure and heat to see if I’ll sacrifice
Depending on myself or lean on ‘I AM’
He is always testing me to see if I’ll pass the
Exam.
Who am I going to be?
Me or un-me?
Eight years ago, I was inspired by Black History Month
to write these few lines as my contribution. The longings
and aspirations of any people demand that the primary
focus be prayer. So, in commemoration of Black History
Month 2024, again, I offer this prayer:
Dear God:
May this generation of Black Americans
never lose the knowledge of OUR Father God.
May WE ever believe, retain, and refer to the
two great documents of the Bible and the
U.S. Constitution.
May WE determine to keep the focus on OUR sacred
teachings about God, family, church, and country.
May WE never submit to a mentality of dependency
upon OUR government.
May WE ever strive to contribute OUR talents
and challenge OUR country to Excellency.
Let US never lose sight of the dreams
and aspirations of OUR forefathers.
Let US never forget the price paid for OUR
present freedom and prosperity.
Let US remember that OUR deceased loved ones
are like a cloud of witnesses.
Let US always believe, like prior generations,
that WE too can overcome anything.
And let US, like prior generations, pick OUR peak
and climb, ever-ascending, never quitting.
In the name of OUR Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
Just when I'm about to get used,
I become confused
What would be an adaptation
Stays with me as my only consolation
Loneliness is a killer
Like a horror in a thriller
I want them,they don't want me
I don't want them,they want me
Surviving has become a hustle
I get tossed around,like in a circle.
Maybe,I'm yet to accept the fact
But it's impossible when I'm still trapped
Fixing myeself,fighting my battles
Inspiring myself,more like turtles.
Don't say you need me,that you want me
I'd reciprocate only if I were free.
I'm the black sheep in riddles
The sweet vinegar soaking pickels;
The more I appear,the less you see me
You want to meet me always where I can not be.
Earth is hard
Life is sad
To death,I'd give in for adoption
But quitting has never been a better option
Maybe,I should be like them
Them, to whom change is a game.
Maybe,I should take in my fate
It will never be real if I play it fake.
Loneliness is a killer
Link Me up with the healer.
My knees wear out on me
My feet feel like lead of rue
My knees give way, you see?
My numb feelings isn't because of you
God gave me freewill with no strings attached
I hurt myself so much in the past…in the past...
I love you, Lord, but self-hatred once hatched…
I almost killed myself to end the pain at last
I smoke away the sorrow and put me at ease
Just hand me another bong and tell me that I truly belong
I mend the horrid scars of yesterday's anxieties
Give me another tomorrow; I'm sorry I've done You wrong
I don’t want to live in an adverse world in reverse and I want to quit the quitting urges —
A tragedy that is a gift and not a wretched curse..grind away the unhappiness and chaos that Satan rehearses
I want to kill away the pain in my heart —
From the start, it's been tearing all of me apart
My knees can't take it anymore…
Feels like no one cares that I'm sore
But I have a supportive family that loves me so
And a beloved daughter and beautiful wife, I know
Allow me to brew away the grief inside
Allow the resin to settle inside the stem
The water below the bong is boiling as I take a puff
I take puff after puff because this life can be so rough
Strife is corrupting my mindset,
So let me breathe in peace, dude
All my life, I've been in pain and sometimes, it gets me so upset
Well, man, I don't mean to be rude…
I am so lucky and glad I have a wonderful mother that cares for me deeply
And will do anything to keep the family happy and works hard exceedingly
My father was never there for me and I have already explained that
But, I am slowly but surely accepting reality like a cat that can't catch the rat
I want to live in an adverse world, not in reverse —
A tragedy that is a gift and not a wretched curse
I want to kill away the pain in my heart —
From the start, it's been tearing all of me apart
Shatter away the shame that embraces me,
Never leaving my presence relentlessly
I don't want another pain killer to swallow
To numb the pain temporarily until tomorrow
~inspired by and dedicated to my brother-in-law, AJP~
Abounding in GOD Who meets every need
Blest to experience His goodness indeed
Cheerful along faith-propelled charity breed
Delighted midst gracious life-building deed
Enabled for trust’s soar, divinely freed
Fulfilling kindness against carnal greed
Gladly serving as the Saviour does lead
Held by His compassion-anchorage creed
I thank the LORD* Who moves me with love’s seed...
Jubilantly busy via peace-speed
Kindled to be functional, I must heed
Labouring well, smiting blights that impede
Maximizing strength for others to feed
Never quitting as a bee, I'll succeed.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
(ABC in monorhyme)
July 17, 2021
Edited on May 26, 2022