Long Relay race Poems
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I am the dandelion girl with painted friendly face
Who challenges young world in a relay race
I am running like red towards the sun
With jokes so funny despite yellow corny pun
I am a milky smile away, from that joy
Baking girls scout cookies for a boisterous boy
I am the new and the old
Story of youth grandparents told
I am the fire in a huge heart
And red desire that is a fresh start
Of new inspiration and silvery spark
That anticipation as we walk despite dark
Dark days come and I glow
I am a candle of yellow hope
For seasons come and seasons go
But I am strong holding you close
I am love I am light
I am in touch with Jesus Christ
For his word is true to delight
I am in tune with divine
I am a seed in mid growth
Planting peace joy and so
I am indeed a called soul
Water me and watch me grow
I am a song in your heart
That hums on and on in your thoughts
Sparking your own peach melody
Singing along as we share pink peace
I am your seed your destiny
I am your need and best instinct
I am your push when you need gravity
I am your words when you need to speak
Like a burning bush with a message of truth
I am the fire inside of you
I know that at times it feels that all our lives
are about high crimes and misdemeanors.
But all of life is about space and time; and all
of earth's creatures occupy and move in space.
Our earthly abode, set in motion by God, journeys
along the beats of time and seems so brief, so limited.
Although in the course of our lives,
many batons are handed off from
other people to us, life is not about
a team winning or losing in a relay race.
Rather, this journey of life is about each of us
individually excelling in the purpose of glorifying God
and crossing the finish line in God's Gracious timeline.
Riddled with many adversities, complexities, and uncertainties,
Our journey begins at birth from which we head for our destiny.
Many are the highlights shedding light on the highways of our lives.
Along the way, we experience both the thrills of victory and the agonies of defeat.
Astronauts are sent into space in spacecrafts developed and designed to bring them back. Whether the goal is to perform experiments and run tests in space or to land on a planet, returning home is the ultimate destiny; and everything in between is a part of the journey.
Sometimes the most crucial part of the space journey is breaking through the heated atmosphere on the return to earth. Unless success is achieved in life's challenging areas, the journey to our destiny remains uncertain, and the mission itself could be a failure. However difficult, the journey must continue. If Journey were a personality, it would be married to destiny for a lifetime. Journey on.
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Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond
inferior sensual nature?
Why is race,
inhuman embrace-conflicted context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward shared finish line
when everyone can win together
where no one fully wins apart?
Why is nature's race
not yet declared as one
indigenous Earth Tribe?
Bicamerally endowed
to celebrate Earth's rhythmic ordination
of regenetic liturgy and syntax,
grace racing veins
full-blooded diverse healing homes
of natural peace construction.
What happened to issue
as primal verb
when babies issued from progenitors
and words issued from mouths
and blood issued from wounds
and racing issued from DNA's polycultures,
storytellers weaving diverse generative threads
Remembering from whom and when we issue
back before embracing human memory
in dialectic dreamy nest of fractal tones
polychronic texture
4 dimensioned structure
rhythm rhyme dancing
polycultured racing
comic multicultural
co-operative opera.
Coincidental correlating races,
humane natural places,
issue forth to teach and humor
and recess back to learn and decompose
to mentor Nature's human embrace
radical solidarity race
rooted pace
secured by leaving none behind
Every living system ordained
to race redeeming issues
through singing flows of dancing waves
linked through all spacetime.
If race exponentially regenerates
intergenetic issues,
then this is more of a species relay race
during which boundary lanes
no more than trace and lace
our deep seasoned swimming synchrony,
blending genetic notes of freedom's harmony
toward nature's unfinish-lined
circling symphony.
how many of us are afraid to be stuck in the same place?
to feel like you're running a one man relay race
when will the change happen? when will you be able to move on?
how do you find that perfect peace on your life's horizon?
Jesus of Christ simply said, "come unto Me"
submit to Me and I will set your soul free
I will offer you a life changing transformation
I will issue you an invite to receive eternal salvation
I will be the vine with roots anchored deep
you will be My branches to bear fruit oh so sweet
I am the way to having your soul become healed
just treat Me as a partner and not a third wheel
I will reward you if you just seek Me out
I will bless and anoint you with nary a doubt
for with Me each and everything is surely possible
just have belief and true faith in My living gospel
all things will come together and work out in your life
all you have to do is come to Me, the Lord Jesus Christ
It's time that we develop a relationship based on trust
for trust will be the super glue that will keep binding us
come unto the faith and simply trust in Me
and you will find a purpose in life, your true destiny
don't put your trust in the hands of men for men will always fall down
look to Me and My Father and with the Holy Spirit you will be found
as the master is the teacher and the teacher is the servant
acquiesce to My Father's commands and get what you're deserving
for life is a journey that's full of trials and tribulations
submit and commit to God's doctrine, it's a solid foundation
let Me give you the desires that are in your heart
pray to Me daily and meditate on the word of My Father God
I Am your battle fighter, the Prince of Peace and your salvation
your Deliverer, the Messiah, I AM My Father's manifestation
as the road of life can be weary and full of trepidation
come to Me, Jesus Christ and get a life changing invitation
The relay race starts with a bang as rain comes pouring down.
The starting runner, Spring, flies by in her bright flower crown.
Baton gets passed to Summer, who so glowingly appears
right at the very moment that the massive rain cloud clears.
The crowd all loves this golden runner, who too soon is gone.
The sun shines brightly on her as she passes the baton.
The third one, Autumn, plods through leaves and nearly takes a Fall,
then passes off to Winter, who proceeds at such a crawl -
for she showed up in sweatpants, knowing snow had been forecast.
Each spectator cheers loudly when the finish line is passed.
But when that race is over, then a new one's soon begun
with all the fans excited to see how THAT race is run!
My thoughts and emotions are racing
my mind cant breath I need space
Im running a relay race or at least
thats what I feel, sometimes its hard
to distnguish whats fake or real
what Im searching for it seems I still
haven't obtained so the dilemma is
do I stay on this path or switch lanes
my mind frame runs almost solely
on logic and futuristic statistics
so Im...so far gone on this life that Im livin, its ridiculous
my thoughts
have gotten so outta control
and my mouth has become so blunt
my heart so bold so question is should
I stay or should I leave because cant
no one human walkin this earth love
me like me
An aging gentleman sat ALONE in a city park.
Westgate Park was its name and it extended
For many blocks, outletting at the Pacific Ocean.
A young man came ALONG and sat on the bench
Next to the 75 year old gentleman. Both were
speechless for a few minutes. Then, with the
Feel of a searching heart, the yongster asked
A very serious question. He asked the wise
Older man, "At this juncture in your life, what do
You want or wish for?"
Now in the twilight of his life, the aged
man was ready to pass something on.
So, in reply to the 21 year old youngster,
in a voice tone befitting the essence of
wisdom, the elderly gentleman said,
In many respects, life is like a relay race.
And none of us finish life's race ALONE.
We need a little help from friends and lots of grace
We keep running and passing the baton ALONG.
I don't ask for much;
Not houses, lands, cars, and such.
I ask for time
And the ability to walk a straight line.
I ask for longevity
And a pure and Godly legacy.
I ask for peace and tranquility,
Less poverty, and more civility.
I already have a good life,
Being blessed with a good
family and a great wife.
I already possess a good measure
Of freedom, privacy, and liberty,
Along with food, clean water, clean air,
Safe and secure shelter, and sanity.
I have good coffee and a Bible to read.
And there's so little else that I really need.
You know how the little mermaid wanted
To be human and live on land
Well I was constantly saying in a loud voice
King Triton by your command
Please, wave your magic staff that you
Hold in your hand
At me a child who has always wanted to
Be a mermaid
And live at sea.
I know you can help me.
Please, listen to my plea.
On land
I have practiced holding my
Breath until I am blue in the face.
I am fast when we have a relay race.
I have learned how to empty my lungs
So I can sit on the bottom of my pool
Without having to surface.
I took swimming and skin diving lessons
To learn all your tricks.
One of the hardest things was mastering
The dolphin kick.
In all of my widest dreams I did finally
Become a mermaid.
I live in a beautiful lagoon where I get
Paid, I love it when I hear that other
Little girls have said King Triton by your
Command
Please, wave your magic staff that you
Hold in your hand.
Who knows they may turn out to be like
Me to live in the sea
As well as on land
By working at a water resort which is a
Better plan.
When I get old
I will attain a clean heart of gold
as wise as that of King Solomon
until I turn the ripe old age
of one hundred years old
I will pattern my life
after that of Lady Wisdom
instead of that of Lady Folly
which I had followed in my youth
subscribing lessons from my lifetime
and writings I would of left behind
into the hands of my descendents
like a baton in a relay race
When I get old
my heart will forsake
the desire and comforts
of the earthly pleasures
I had aspired for in my youth
because these such things
will become nothing but frivolity
but an adventure of spending
my days walking with the Lord
on the sand and ocean waves
and sports fishing on my boat
until my name is called upon
by our divine Father above
for my earthly departure
They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy! I gasped
Grown tired of my own riddles
Those halting jagged lines
Conversely I committed
So disrespectful of my crimes
In dispatchment utter lunacy
Forgiveness once again!
Ive come to claim my lost respect
My place so quick forgotten was
So Zeroed out of ten
Twelve steps from cursed enslavement
Danced to music uncontained
Toi-toi in lone detachment
Side stepping their allure
And tangoed with enticement
And cha-cha'd with no cure
Then dropping over hurdles
Burning through those barricades
All over all these obstacles
So help me God I try to change
No longer need prescription
Still sometimes do I crave
Unshackled is your prisoner
Dispossession freed this slave
There is something about that -ism
A mystery by name
Other than recovery
Benign this deathly game
Be it known that happy healing
Doubles, behind the curtains of shame