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OH! Why is it very well with our souls? (Yes! It is very well, very well with our souls!)
All because healing water freely flows from the fountain of life! (The fountain of life is Jesus Christ!) And whosoever freely drinks from the fountain of life! (The fountain of life is Jesus Christ!) Shall trust no more. Shall never thrust any more at all!
OH! why is it very well with our souls? (It is all because of Jesus Christ!) The deep well of life is Jesus Christ. (The deep well of life is Jesus Christ!) And whosoever drinks from His well! (Will not thrust forever more! We shall not thrust for forever more!) And it is all because of the deep well of life is Jesus Christ. (He is the deep well of the waters of life!)
OH! Why is it very well with our souls? (Yes! it is now very well with all of our souls!) And it is all because a peaceful river of life is freely flowing! (The river of life is Jesus Christ!) All because the peaceful and restful river calms our spirits and our souls! And whosoever drinks freely from the peacefully restful river (Shall never thrust any more!)
OH! Jesus please remember us! (When you come into your kingdom!) OH! Jesus please remember us! (When you come into your kingdom! (This day you will be with me in paradise! This day you will with me in paradise!) And we shall in the house of the Lord! (And so shall we ever be with the Lord! And so shall we ever be with the Lord!)
OH! Wherever the Son of Man leads us! (We shall freely go! We shall freely know!)
For we are servants of the Son of Man! We are the sons and the daughters of Jesus Christ. (For we have been chosen by the Son of Man!) And we love Jesus Christ! (Because He first loved us! All because He first loved us!)
OH! We are both the Body and the Bride of Jesus Christ! We are the joint heirs of our everlasting life! We shall rule and reign for Jesus Christ for one thousand years!
And His will will be done on earth as it is now in heaven! And the government shall be firmly upon His shoulders! And we shall serve Him for one thousand years! A-Men!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
A-Men! A-Men! A-Men!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
October Country
November 19, 2021
THE CUP OF WINE
My life is drowning in sorrow, tears rollover my face every time I look at the difficult situation I have to go through, I have so many battles to fight in the meanwhile a war at hand, I ask myself will I win.
So am left with no option but to lift my cup of wine, I take a sip and it boosts up my mood though it is killing me deep deeper and deepest, and so I ask should I give up wine. Time only makes us old, my life is fading slowly and quietly so that no one can save me.
If you want know my fears and anxieties just look at the river going east, so loud stand up otherwise shut up these are the words that run in my mind, am confused though I look pissed but am at ease, I know my time will come soon so am afraid and tired of losing to me.
Am on a relay though no one is chasing I keep going forward to pick up my cup of wine because it gives me sudden healing and on the long run death to its fullest the earth opens wide and the land in my dreams keeps calling me to a wonderful fairyland without trouble and fear.
I have a hungover today but work keeps calling I have no time to waste so I will fly off the ground the earth if falling in, the world is falling out so I can beat all my pain and win for without pain there is no gain, I was taught to be punctual for without punctuality we are animals, ooh my cup what a waste they say wine makes me week yet it is my strength.
In my weakest moments I think of my cup of wine, I cherish it and I make sure not to break it and I can’t be broken even though am forsaken in this situation I need a liquation so that I can go through litigation
I am trying to find the words to say,
The ones that dismantle feelings of dismay,
The ones that cut chords from youthless graves,
The ones your prophets said would save,
I am trying to get the courage to finally stand,
Still, and firm with might in my hands,
But the more I try the more I fail,
Surrendering is the only way to begin this tale,
Light overwhelms my darkest days,
As joy floods all bareness, I begin to sing your praise,
For the "I" in me is what needs to be set free,
You’re the one in control of my destiny,
Only selfless cries will bring about this change,
The wilderness is where all the brokenness,
Is rearranged.
I am trying to find the time to express,
All the anxiety’s that tug me into depressed,
I am trying to convey emotions from the heart,
Praying that when you hear them you won’t rip me apart,
For my whole life I’ve lived amongst sinking ships,
That it’s become second nature to constantly slip,
But I reach out my hand to the sunset this night,
And you greet me with words that allow my spirit to ignite,
Light overwhelms my darkest days,
As joy floods all bareness, I begin to sing your praise,
For the "I" in me is what needs to be set free,
You’re the one in control of my destiny,
Only selfless cries will bring about this change,
The wilderness is where all the brokenness,
Is rearranged.
So I’m slowing down and letting go,
Allowing the river to simply flow,
Slowing down, so all will see
That Gods mighty hand is the one saving me.
By: Sabina Nicole
6/10/12
Written in the key of C
The stupidity of man
The leaders of Europe are gripped by a collective madness
Like swimmers in a river feeling the pull of the current, think
There is time to swim ashore where banks are not so tall.
The river gets wider, the current stronger, the ocean nearer
Where the maelstrom awaits churning life into fragments.
The leaders of Europe thought they could alter the current
Vainglorious as king Canute trying to stop the incoming tide.
There are those the enemy of humanity who thinks a nuclear
War is not so bad, millions are killed but not for those who hide
In a secret valley in Wales, so dumb they are dying in a cave.
We, the people are blind to spending time arguing about
The non-binary sexual politics drowning in utmost banality.
I
Ne-
Ver
Want-ed
You to wo-rry a-bout me
I
Am
A-shamed...
Li-tter-al-ly
ig-nored...
so bored
Shar-pen me like a sword
In-ject ink in my blood
I will not cuss..
I will not fuss...
I will not wo-rry...
For, tru-lly
I am true with my-self
I am glued to my low self-i-mage
I am u-gly...
I am not hand-some
Like the rest...
Cuz I tried my har-dest
To write my ve-ry best po-e-try...
Guilt o-ver-flowz
Ne-ver fails...
Ne-ver fails...
Ne-ver fails...
Feel me...
Touch me...
I am numb and dumb
I am the scum...
Of the Earth...
I neeeeeeed God's ha-ven-like mirth
I wish I was not a-live
The curse of my birth as I've
Seen in the mir-ror
I am in err-or
I am like a game with a glitch
I can act like, oh no, a *****
O-pen the door
I a-dore
Leave. Me. A-lone.
Wait.
Wait.
My eyes glow-er
I grow on like a Spring flow-er
E-ver-y sin-gle ho-ur
Seed, I am...
Plant me in the river like a damn...
Cuz I real-ize...
I am as bo-ther-some as a mill-i-on flies
No more bi-dding me guh-byes
I am u-nigue
I am stoo-pid
Get rid
Of this a-nger boil-ing in me...
Get OUT of ME
Soothe me down
Massage my frown
And uplift it
Ascend thy lips
Descend thy hips
Wings of win-ter glow and grow
Lear-ning how to deal
With the pain so un-real
Now, e-ver-y-bo-dy knowz
Where the wi-cked wind blowz
I am dead in-side
But, alive in the out-side
I look in-ward
then, I look out-ward
I am awk-ward...
Like being friends with a bird
When I am the ant...
Lear-ning all o-ver a-gain
Like a cute in-fant
Like the one right next to me.
I en-ded it on a bri-ghter note at least.
This verse is mi-ghty beast.
" Home is our Haven. It's not simply a roof over our heads, but a reliable sanctuary and one's most treasured possession where family members live in harmony, being a prop to each other. However posh it is, if love and trust are missing, it turns into a mere building" - By Poet
Glad, I have a home, my pleasant haven
Though humble, it’s my shelter- safe n' strong
With everything just enough to gladden
One to which I ever feel, I belong
When many do not have a roof over their head
I am blessed with a home, safe and secure.
As many strain to earn their daily bread
Never have I known the pangs of poverty here.
Our home is one of unswerving love.
An abode of peace with nothing to grieve.
Here our commitments, we openly avow,
And dreams colorful, we joyfully weave.
Here the memories of our ancestors, we salvage
With reverence, we keep the traditions alive.
We are sheltered from nature’s every ravage
Nestled in the warmth of affection, here we thrive.
Our home is tilted to the source of light.
But has moments of dissonance and strife.
Though the mist of winter sets in to smite,
Yet, it is warm and vibrant with life.
Within its firm and well protected walls,
There is no room for pretense or deceit.
Flung open are the doors of its small halls,
To let in the unrestricted flow of light.
Sharing life’s transient joys and grief
Here we welcome family and friends
Here we are sheltered from all storms of life
And gratefully receive the bounty God sends.
Here each one is bound by love’s thread
And the river of life runs smooth and clear
Where God is revered and prayers, said
A place of peace and rest, radiating cheer.
...But times did change, the great drives stopped,
the state came and blew up the rock,
some though that Joe would now pass on,
but he still showed up on dark nights,
and his face was such a sad sight,
a ghost depressed, his one last purpose gone.
For decades the dead man looked blue,
what kept him here, nobody knew,
and he soon passed into folklore,
people forgetting more and more,
appearances grew ever rare,
most didn’t know that he was there,
and Joe was shadowed by despair,
a soul driven half-mad.
It was October when we heard,
great rains had flooded the river,
steams swollen up by a hurricane,
trees by the shore came crashing down,
the water lapped the streets of town,
and great trunks came a-racing down again.
A blue hatchback was swept away,
it came near Joe, and there did stay,
he appeared, and then looked inside,
and saw a child, barely five,
her parents were still on the shore,
mom screamed in panic, waved, implored,
the child screamed back in horror,
no help was to be had.
Joe panicked, as he was a ghost,
which made him more useless than most,
his hands would pass right through the car,
so he cried out to God for help,
and heard the terrified girl yell,
nobody could come help, they were too far.
So he tried to reach for the latch,
and, stunned, felt metal touch his grasp,
the girl looked up, shock in her eyes
at seeing ghostly figures fly,
but Joe grabbed her within his arms,
said soft words to cool her alarm,
and floated that girl clear of harm,
to a stunned mom and dad.
Amidst that hellish overcast
a single beam of light did flash,
turning Joe to a golden sheen,
he smiled and began to face,
the Man has mysterious ways,
but finally Joe would know Heaven’s scene.
A dozen people saw all this,
on it many still reminisce,
the lost river-driver’s story…
in death the man found true glory.
They built a statue in the square,
and people will leave wool shirts there,
of their hero they take great care,
and to this day will brag.
~
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
sailing along with the moon in your eyes
Following dreams found to make your heart quiver
with tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
counting the words in between all your sighs
Seeing her face and it captures you wholly
a girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
with waters so clear as your sprits arise
Climbing each step up a marzipan mountain
where rocking-horse people eat marshmallow pies
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
wearing the wings of a young butterfly
Tickling tulips on top of the towers
that grow so incredibly high
Picture yourself on a train in a station
where magazines offer a travel surprise
As luggage arrives in your imagination
with plasticine porters with looking-glass ties
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile
your heart skips a beat in the autumn sunrise
Dreams all come true as she sends you a smile
the girl with kaleidoscope eyes
~
Inspired by the poem Strawberry Fields Forever written by Jennifer Proxenos
Her use of Beatles song lyrics woven into her wonderful poem intrigued me.
So I thought I would try my own using lyrics from The Beatles,
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
The first and last lines in each stanza are from their song, in order
They’re cute, little opossums; riding on Mama’s back;
her tail rail, secures precious brood.
They’ll grow to be lethal rats;
they’ll try to eat your dog or cat and they will probably win their battle, as they have, giant shoulder chips.
My Manx once tangled with opossum female and
since she had little tail;
great mouthfuls did her hinny make.
Proud of the white upon her chest,
she quickly cleaned up the mess and us,
none the wiser be.
For several days she laid around, our little calico clown; but she was aged and likely to do so.
Around the house she trod; with no marks or blood on bod; until she could no more and it puzzled us to our cores,
why she’d stopped eating.
We took her off to the Vet; a virus, we surely bet and
what a shock we did get, when Vet said,
“Opossum’s chewed up her behind!”
Surgery was our next option;
because an opossum went’a‘chomp’in.
In a couple of days we’d have to stop in and
pick her up, once again.
Listless at home, as our tabby roamed;
her little sister, her ego blistered;
examining tube sticking out her butt;
wouldn’t leave her alone,
so violent hisses and growls ensued.
For days on end, our humiliated furry friend;
would her long days begin, in such a moody brooding.
When that tube came out, happy calico clown,
like “Tigger”, bounced all around.
Table to table and chair to chair she leapt and
made us all shout; “Bad cat!”
Nevertheless, not one thing was broken.
Her sister, how she sniffed at the stitches,
in her hips; our Manx finally laid down the law and
let a big paw rip! Swatted Tabby was offended!
The hissing, spitting fight ensued; with Tabby rolling through the room; Manx, she released such gloom and doom that made Tabby a bit smarter.
Perhaps Manx’s situation, demonstrated by her jubilation, coupled with her agitation; rejuvenated her.
A lively “kit”, she was again
and I tell you, my Manx friend,
enjoyed her newfound days again;
happy that she was saved.
For a while, Tabby quivered;
dazed, she sat and shivered,
because Manx had sent her up proverbial river.
A double lesson, it had been;
though Tabby did irritate Manx again;
Manx from then on did engage in more careful play;
but not with an opossum.
Early sunrise, within the forest
A daily walk with mine eyes of rest.
Beneath rugged oak and pine tree's shade,
And the voice of nature's mirth play unafraid.
The spirit I inhale it occupies in space
As a cool breeze blows my hair across my face.
A dusty dirt road laced in crunchy wheat,
Red, yellow, and brown leaves my feet greet.
Shyly on soft earth shadow path quiver
And hastening heartbeat of cool blue river.
There, where nesting birds await safely,
In tall green and wither sedge blades safety.
Giving my heart to the verdant neighbor.
Taking pleasure, in earth's nurturing labor.
2/22/2022
A Lovely Day Poetry Contest
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