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Belinda was 14 when she said she loved her boyfriend Brad.
She told him on Valentine’s Day. They slept together that night.
In the morning she was walking though the Mall and saw
him holding hands with Michelle her best friend.
Belinda went home and tied one end of a rope to a beam in the garage
and tied the other end to her neck.
She hung there in agony until she finally stopped breathing.
Michael told his girlfriend Pamela, that he would love her forever.
He told her he would walk through fire for her. He explained that his
love was real and he would climb the highest mountain for her.
Pamela said she wanted to be alone. She wasn’t seeing anyone
at the moment and he really wasn’t her type anymore.
Michael cried himself to sleep .The next day he saw Pamela in the park
and went up to her. He had a switch blade knife and stabbed her
in the chest and cut her throat. She died within minutes.
Mr and Mrs Bellmeister were married for 25 years.
Mrs B reached the age of 40.She had raised two kids successfully.
One was a Lawyer and the other was training to be a teacher.
Mrs B was bored. Her life had run out of steam.
Mr Bellmeister was a good and faithful husband. He never raised
his voice or treated her with disrespect.
Mrs B packed her bags and called a taxi.
She left a note saying “I don’t know what I am doing.I will always Love you,
I just can’t stay in this marriage any longer.”
The Angels of the Lord looked down on this wretched place,
They sent a storm that frightened the little children,
God himself decreed that Love should not exist anymore.
Belinda was 14 when she said she loved her boyfriend Brad.
She told him on Valentine’s Day. They slept together that night.
In the morning she was walking though the Mall and saw
him holding hands with Michelle her best friend.
Belinda went home and tied one end of a rope to a beam in the garage
and tied the other end to her neck.
She hung there in agony until she finally stopped breathing.
Michael told his girlfriend Pamela, that he would love her forever.
He told her he would walk through fire for her. He explained that his
love was real and he would climb the highest mountain for her.
Pamela said she wanted to be alone. She wasn’t seeing anyone
at the moment and he really wasn’t her type anymore.
Michael cried himself to sleep .The next day he saw Pamela in the park
and went up to her. He had a switch blade knife and stabbed her
in the chest and cut her throat. She died within minutes.
Mr and Mrs Bellmeister were married for 25 years.
Mrs B reached the age of 40.She had raised two kids successfully.
One was a Lawyer and the other was training to be a teacher.
Mrs B was bored. Her life had run out of steam.
Mr Bellmeister was a good and faithful husband. He never raised
his voice or treated her with disrespect.
Mrs B packed her bags and called a taxi.
She left a note saying “I don’t know what I am doing.I will always Love you,
I just can’t stay in this marriage any longer.”
The Angels of the Lord looked down on this wretched place,
They sent a storm that frightened the little children,
God himself decreed that Love should not exist anymore.
More than once, you rescued me from a bad scene. You lifted and held me up when I had run out of steam.
Now it seems you have been wiped out by a rising creek, and too many nightmares have taken away your dreams.
If you have no desire to join me in catching a shining star that can take us far, then just come and soar with me.
If you can't soar with me, then just fly with me. If you can't fly with me, then just give me a lift.
If you can't give me a lift, then just run with me. If you can't run with me, then just walk with me.
If you can't walk with me, then just talk to me. If you can't talk to me, then just pray for me.
If you are too weak to reach for things you use to seek, that's okay. Just stay on the right team and lean on God.
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Sitting up there on your snowy mountain peak
Once born with the Christian name of Pete
But Peter was a Saint for which you are not
You’re not Gods creature; hell’s where you’ll rot
You have now entered the wall of shame
As you are not worthy of a Christian name
You are not human, you are not real
Your life is a fantasy, your life is surreal
Your stories are worthy of a Nobel Prize
But people no longer believe your lies
I’ve gone the distance and the extra mile
Now a life without you worthies my smile
Crumbling down from your mountainous peak
Hell hath no fury for the havoc you wreak
Everything in your path you blatantly take
Many will get hurt in your vengeful wake
When the avalanche is over and everything calm
You can no longer touch me or cause me harm
You have run out of steam and run out of lies
There is no longer anyone left to hear your cries
You will never look good in making me look bad
I was just a naive victim that you once had
Discarded like rubbish, you threw me away
It’s funny but Karma will come around one day
You thought you deserved so much better in life
Well I’m really happy to no longer be your wife
I have now found strength and out loud I speak
I’m no longer married to a NARCISSISTIC FREAK!
I dont know what else i can do,
To prove my love to you.
You tell me you trust me with all your heart,
you know i love you and wouldnt want anyone else.
But something always comes up,
where you show your jealousy.
I've explained so many times that noone compares to you,
noone is worth losing you.
Its not hard for me, what so ever, to be faithful to you.
I've explained it,
and i have more than proved it.
But you always go back to this.
I dont know how else to show you,
I dont know how to make you believe.
I can only try so hard,
before i run out of steam.
I've given this my all,
I've given you my all.
Nothing makes you believe,
and i cant spend the rest of my life fighting your jealousy.
Its slowly breaking me down.
Im desperate for another solution,
because leaving you may kill me.
But i cant live like this,
so angry and hurt all the time.
Its not good for either of us.
Nothing i do helps your jealousy,
nothing you try works.
The only thing we have not tried,
is walking away...
and im beginning to think its the right thing for both of us.
Form:
Untangled at last, amid wire entwine, the lost connector newly found
It will not work without it so no picture and no sound
Next step to find the slot to put it in, not easy when there's a legion
There's one here and another in that region
Which one is it and in sets the panic
Frantically trying each aperture like some old manic
Still no pic, is that crackling I can hear
A faint smell of burning from somewhere near
Quick pull that wire out before something blows up
Too late! It's already begun to erupt
Like some latent volcanic mound
I knew this machine was destined to confound
Wrong choice of connector so it would seem
But the burning and crackling have run out of steam
Does anything at all work around here
Technology has given me no pic, no cheer
Broken, it's carefully placed with the others
Awaiting return and all that bother
I swear I will never again buy newfangled
That blasted machine I would gladly have strangled
My father-in-law went through this phase with his Alzheimer's.
We’ve recently noticed that grandpa has made himself a friend,
We’re pretty sure that this one will stay with him until the end.
The new guy has his room right next door to my grandpa’s place,
And every time my gramps stands at the window he can see his face.
It seems that the two of them are as compatible as can be,
And they both decorate the same as near as gramps can see.
Gramps visits with his friend to share iced tea and a smile,
Until they both run out of steam and decide to nap for a while.
They make a pretty good team they’re just like day and night,
The new guy uses his left hand and Gramps prefers his right.
And Grandpa never looks in the window just to stand and stare,
But every time he walks past the thing the other guy is there.
Grandpa says the only thing about this guy that might turn into a curse,
Is that the guy is so good looking and he might steal away the nurse.
Can you see that it's time
With no watch on your arm
Is there hope to survive
If you've done bought the farm
When all things feel right
Does the moment just flow
How can a man say
What he doesn't know
If your neck deep in the stream
Shouldn't you know how to swim
If there's truth in the ring
Should you step out and give in
Do all mountain tops
Come with a slope
How can a man reach the heights
If his life view is low
Are you late to the central
In Eastern time
If it's really that simple
Then why's it so hard to find
Have you often faltered
Where you've clearly been
How can a man love
If he's never let love in
If your deep in the dream
Can you be what you want to be
If your dream was a train
Would it run out of steam
Could you hold onto the promise
If the words aren't there to lend
How can a man start over
Once he's reached his end
MH
Tehreem
Your name dances on a moonbeam
Your smile never ceasing to gleam
Loving kindness to the extreme
Open heart most supreme
Qualities held in uttermost esteem
Words always sweeter than ice cream
Incapable of falsehood or scheme
As guileless and trusting as you seem
Bringing harmony to every team
No matter what the day’s theme
Even in times of struggling upstream
Where I might have wanted to scream
Or even bite my tongue wanting to blaspheme
So many brownie points for you to redeem
What’s your secret and regime
Teeming with such joy and vitality
I hope you never run out of steam
You make life seem a trip downstream
And your friendship a blessing and a dream
AP: 1st place 2021
Posted on March 31, 2018
He holds the entire universe in His hands
Gently, like a father, for He is the ultimate father
We sense He is there, some more aware than others
He seems closer to us in the evening during our dreams
He is careful to let us have free will,
But He is also there to catch us if we fall,
And to lift us up and remind us of the world’s goodness
When we run out of steam and hope, and want to give up.
He holds the little bitty babies, the old ladies, the bachelor dads
In His hands, and who among us would have it any other way?
And if you would, isn’t it great that He allows you that luxury?
Free will is a gift not easy to give, yet given with love.