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My Prayers Were Thoughts On a Mission
Written: by Tom Wright
2/12/2013
You’re a living example of an answer to prayer,
Only vagueness existed in which we would stare.
Constant thoughts lingered, eyes couldn’t behold,
Knowing not God’s timing, but that it He controlled.
God answers Prayer in His choice of three ways,
Yes, no, or perhaps later in some future life phase.
But we could rest assured that our need God knew,
So as years mounted we continued thinking of you.
Then one blustery day from the post office came,
A letter from Ft. Worth that posted your name.
Now times seem righted in our lives since then,
God gave us you and what a treasure you’ve been.
There is nothing more powerful
Than the love shared between Christian friends;
Tom
Feeling tired, back home from work,
you missed your usual train,
the whole day was born to irk,
the events had made it plain.
Your secretary was late,
the 'phone did not stop ringing,
you could not negotiate
the deal that you were longing.
Having had lunch with a bore
you had also paid the bill,
you're as mad as a centaur
and feeling distinctly ill.
Strained and sore, home you arrive
with day's impedimenta,
sound out gravel on the drive,
you hesitate and enter.
You were the first to arise,
although you went to bed last,
and still with sleep in your eyes
you had prepared the breakfast.
You saw him off with a kiss,
handing his brolley and hat,
left alone, like a goddess
facing the single combat.
Beds are made and breakfast cleared,
washing machine is going,
through the house, carpets hoovered,
all this is done while you sing.
You have finished mundane chores
before your young child awakes.
then off to the high street stores,
at the lake play ducks-and-drakes.
Hurry back home yet again
even though your poor limbs ache
feed the cat and the Great Dane,
think of what surprise to bake.
One step, two steps and enter.
house is warm, it feels welcome;
stand stock-still in the centre,
look, everything's dinkum.
Slippers there waiting for you,
all's orderly 'cept yourself,
beyond belief but it's true
the mess has righted itself
Wife's on the sofa in shirk
lying there perfectly still,
doesn't know the meaning of work
and I guess she never will.
A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck in its beak settles it’s derrière onto a fine caramel
leather seat. His humor is short lived. A snort echoes from each of the six bullhorns
forming his head. “Got him that time, you really did, Matilda!” laughed Lucky, the
horn-backed chair. A single, rose-pink, button pops off Matilda’s back and lands in
the hatless brigands’ teapot, just as he is placing a silver tea ball inside. “Ou a le
petite fille?” Matilda groans. Around the far end of the table chasing a set of
disembodied eyes with a cat tail, a girl child runs screeching. “She looks familiar,
don’t she?” Windy whistles beneath the lacy tablecloth, tickling Mattie’s fancy. “Her
name ain’t Louise,” as with a plop, a brigand crushes Laddie’s rushes. The windsor
replies. “Geeeeeeeeez Louise!” the ladder-back mutters, between its back straps. A
top hat flies through the air and landed on the top knob of the lanky ladder backed
chair. The child righted herself, wiping her nose on the errant apron string. She lisps
through the spider web pattern of her seat. “Awww now what a shame,” Mary
whispers to Tex. The loose tails of her apron caught beneath Mary’s rocker and the
child tumbled face forward into a full cup of Assam tea. A girl child resplendent in
golden locks and white pinafore tore into the room planting herself on the caned
ladies rocker Mary. “Mon Dieu” She moans. “Ya’ll see that nasty monster splatter
chocolate icing on my skirt?” A knob kneed, potbellied prig, holding a cupcake,
shoves his way onto Matilda, the little ladies slipper chair. Tex the horned back chair
at the tables girdle chortles. “Do you know who’s been invited to this soiree?” The
rabbit topples over backward, his watch bashing his delicate pink nose. Windy
sneezes.“Aahhh chhhooo!” Tufts of fanny fur tickled between his spokes.
“Good golly Miss Molly,” shrieks Windy the windsor chair at the far end of the table,
as a wild-eyed, white rabbit with a gold watch plunked into his well-worn seat.
*Refer to "The Chairs Have it"
This poem can be read from the backwards too ;)
The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn
Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air
Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk
Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon
After days of tender loving care
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove
She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure
(This is copied righted on LuLu's Poetry.com as are most of my work, some of which is
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)
Something in the air.
People will see what they want to see
And blame who they want to blame
I don't want to see the reflection of me
To face the mirror of my own shame
The one who smelt it dealt it
Is a jibe we learned in our youth
The one who denies it supplies it
Looking back we see it's the truth
It's easier to point the finger
To divert attention elsewhere
And if the smell should linger
Just refuse to breathe your own air
Something stinks around here he proclaims
Take a breath, did you get a good whiff?
But only it seems around you!
That confirms it then he says to himself
Why is it you're always last to know
When your breath gives off a bad smell
With your nose located an inch from your mouth
You should be the first to tell
But it's always another who points it out
Hey, brother, I've a mint for you!
No thanks, I just ate you quickly reply
But he insists,'Go ahead take two!'
We need to be tactful, and never be mean
But it needs to be pointed out
The importance for all in oral hygiene
Can never be left to doubt
So next time someone offers you a mint
Take a moment and ask yourself why
Is he kindly trying to give you a hint
For the cause of that tear in his eye?
If we all could focus on the rafter in our own
And not that straw in another's
We wouldn't have to find ourselves all alone
Shut off from those we called brothers
The kisses of a hater are to be despised
But the wounds of a lover invited
So when offered a mint don't be surprised
He's helping your wrongs to be righted
If only you could close up that space
Given more thought to the words that you chose
The source of the problem in many a case
Is right there under your nose
Elusive Gold
What was I to do
Ready when I was born
the message moved slower
as I labored faster
Every year It asked
why do you not hear
It tried in multiple tongues
dreams
thinking
asking
shouting
But
My shattered wings ceased to fly
unable to lift
severed imaginings
mired judgment
buried senses
another broken heart
Yet
Somehow
the scales of being
this weighing tray
opposite hunger
righted itself
balance appeared
No longer mere weight of spent symbols
colored brushstrokes seeking perfect hue
scored adagios desperate for scherzo's flight
vacuous words scribed upon lonely pages
Never again would patience be lost
dreams left abandoned
sunrise avoided
silence deemed enemy
The elusive lightness of soul
tilted the scales ever so gently
ever so lightly
opening eyes
where a mist of tearful memories
escaped the prison of self pity
Love arrived
there are places i will never see
there are places i would like to be
there are attractions that i would like to view
then there is the main attraction, which is you
i remember sleeping under the noise
i remember waking up with mosquito bites and ticks on my genitals
i remember snot and tears turning to ice on my face
i remember laying my head against your heart, the warmest of any place
confusion left me at a standstill while still moving
confusion righted me with two left feet while still grooving
confusion created mirages in the dry desert of life
confusion lead me to you, the foundation that helped overcome all struggle and strife
I look into the mirror and falter,
Staring back at me is a stranger
Wallowing in pity and self rebuke.
Another victim pierced by love's hook.
Being stripped bare and exposed
Like a waste paper to be disposed.
I try to speak but shudder and wince
For what emanates doesn't myself convince
That is the voice of the person I hold.
Hollow sound like that of the men of old,
Is what splutters out sheepishly
As my reflection at me stares, foolishly.
I try to grap my teacup but withdraw
For the hands panicking remains me of a folklore,
Of which I am the Antagonist,
Begging for mercy at the feet of the sadist,
Who in his strength and might
Laughed at me with malicious delight.
With such panicky hands, the rope I knotted.
With an outstretched leg, the stool I righted
My dreams, fading.......
My vision, fading.......
Time, drifting away.....
My senses, shying away.....
If only you had loved me for a day.
If.........
© Temajung Michael T.
Buea, 03/03/2021
Great is our Lord
Who is our gift
He came to the world to save us
He righted what was once wrong
He invites us in His goodness
He graces us with His presence
He will great things for our good
We know good from evil
Because of Him
We know right from wrong
Because He graciously shows us
We know insights and wisdom
Because He shares upon us
Great is our Lord
Who came to the world one day
And forever we are indebted to Him
We feverously grace His love
To one and to all
We honor His keeping
We graciously welcome His presence
We come to know Him
With grace and contrite heart
With our opened yieldedness
With our love and affection
With arrayed wildness
He tames us
He loves us
He offers us a great governing
He graces us with deeds
He inhabits in us
And makes His gracious presence known
He is good – so good
We can be
We can have
We can find
We can give
We can go
We can do
We can all win
Because of Him
Jesus -
King of the world
Burpsey that's my name,
Burping is my favorite game!
Burps are my art,
Better than a fart!
Burps are my fancy.
Forever with a grin,
They find away,
My teeth can't hold them in!
I open my mouth and out it roars,
My burps can knock you to the floor!
I can let out soft little burps,
To tease you along.
Short tuney burps,
Almost a song!
Unfortunately,
When I get home,
My burps and parents don't get along!
My mother pleads,
My father grieves.
"Can't you shut the door?"
At diner they will say,
"If you're going to burp,
Please go away!"
I try very hard to hold my burps in.
But I know when it's time,
The burps always win.
The burps are so fierce,
They're not allowed in the house.
As sounds escape from my mouth,
When grandparents come to stay,
"Bad manners", says my mom.
"You put me to shame!"
I have no one else to blame!
When my tummy begins to growl,
Bubbles forming in my throat,
I run for the door,
To let the burp out!
Blew the door off its hinges,
Left the light hanging by inches!
I ran outside,
Lucky to be alive!
Went down to the lake to make my escape.
Ducked my head in the water to let the burps relate.
Unknown at the time,
I saved the fleet,
From whales that where hungry and ready to eat!
Burped out an SOS,
When a baby fell to the ground!
Rescued a cat hanging upside down,
My burp righted him up and we got him to the ground!
Now folks are glad that I am around!