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Naomi felt all alone, her husband and sons had died
and all she had left were two daughter-in-laws by her side
now Naomi was bitter and in a state of despair
her heart was now broken and no longer did she care
she felt that she had been by God forsaken
because her flesh and blood had all been taken
and of her daughter-in-laws she tried to send away
Orpah immediately left but Ruth was determined to stay
so with Ruth firmly by her side
to Bethlehem they did arrive
and upon her arrival they called Naomi by name
but she insisted they call her Mara because of her bitter pain
people tend to relish over other's distress
but God has the power to give comfort and to bless
just don't allow your circumstances to easily destroy
that which is your God given inner joy
and in the midst of your trials and your tribulations
just hold on to the memories of good times and elation
your pain might seem severe and all you want to do is moan and groan
just understand that this battle is not yours alone
and don't ever think that God is angry or mad at you
for life is just a challenge that we all must battle through
and on this crooked journey that we do call life
there will be times of misery and moments of strife
but as long as you keep God foremost on your mind
peace and happiness you will come to find
and as long as you hold on to your ever present faith
God will grant you His infinite mercy and grace
for there is no testimony without a test, no glory without some gloom
no crown without the cross and no resurrection without the tomb
while in Bethlehem Ruth went on to become Moab's bride
and never did she think to set her former mother-in-law aside
Ruth and Moab eventually had a little boy
a child that gave Naomi a renewed sense of joy
many things may happen in life of which you don't understand
so just trust in the Lord for He has a master plan
He's the comforter of souls, the Lord Our God
the one who is the Healer of broken hearts
There is a cure for a soul that is lost
It works for sure and at no extra cost
But you can’t earn it or reach it on your own
Yet you’ll end up returning it with all the seeds you’ve sown
There’s nothing to send away for or numbers to call
All you need do is pray for this is open to all
People may call it many different things but Heavens a very special place
And no one can get their wings without first accepting Gods Grace
He is so near He is practically by your side
He holds You so dear but you never really tried
This day could be different something you never felt before
For all the Lord has sent and for you what He has in store
So as He taught using the prodigal son
Like you have wrought with all that you’ve done
He was always right there you need only to reach out
For nothing will ever seem fair as long as you’re soul is in doubt
Call His Name and ask for His Grace
You won’t think the same when you look at His face
But you must reach out and extend your hand
Then He will end your doubt helping you to understand
mother said that I was her angel
she surrounded me always with her love and warmth
and since her death I have been empty
there are days when I am angry
with my mother I could share each secret
every nightmare dreamt
she would help me solve a problem
and send away each monster
now, my heart has been pierced
and on my soul are forever bleeding wounds
there are days my misery comes to engulf
oh, what I would do for one more glimpse
of all things mother said not a single one was false
her wise words to me were the best amongst
all others ... she had a wisdom and depth
and now, that I have lost mother ... I have nothing
Here's my suggestion
how to fight off your blues:
pick up a brush and paint on a canvass
whatever comes to mind: landscape, birds or flowers;
pick up a pen and write some silly lyrics for children...
to release your tension!
Dedicate that happy song to yourself or others,
nobody's story is similar to yours;
the happier it is, the better it feels!
So, get busy and send away your monotony:
distinguish loneliness from happiness,
make the words sound alive with sincerity!
Time becomes morbid and eternal as disdain...
thinking of unpleasant images and thoughts;
time can be swifter than a clock pendulum:
try to stop it, your attempt will be in vain;
such is a kid's behavior causing a tantrum:
choose well and write songs of gladness!
Isn't it time to take that trip my beloved home,
is the dormant bay sleeping sending off gleams,
or it's the vagabond moon adorning its waves;
couldn't nights be magical as those in Rome?
In that small bedroom, I cuddled under a cotton quilt
mom crotched for months, there I hid my teddy bear;
my sight reached way beyond the tallness of pines,
even the sparkling fireflies competed with the above stars!
And praying I was relieved of the heaviness of guilt,
hoping I would wake up worriless and be free of fear!
In adolescence, there's no reason to fight off your blues...
all is given with open arms, surprises are endless;
in middle life, we clash with them without any defense:
find a hubby among many and boost your confidence!
Here's a hint how to fight your unbearable blues:
detach yourself from isolation and uncover clues!
God is supreme wisdom
He teaches us real love
He is all's within
though stays above
He is the Holy treasure
opening His all doors
reminds us to do good things
so nice sense He pours
Just needs surrendering
He is the supreme master
He knows how to send away
all kinds of disaster
~The Fallen Star~
(Free Verse)
I can't still believe that millions have fallen and fall for all those lies,
Yes, I am very aware that Satan's ways and bag of tricks, are too many, just to count
He's the greatest liar and traitor that ever has lived and sin has produced
Once, he'd it all but for greed and pride he betrayed his own Creator God
Satan never stops deceiving us all, I can tell you that
He's always on the move, roaming around the whole earth,
Seeking new souls to pervert and steer them stray and send away
Forever and ever from the Glorious Kingdom of God and its Creator
He accuse us all in front of God and sneers at us laughing when we sin
Satan is the great deceiver, hate us all and we should always send him away
When he tempted us he just knows how to push our buttons in the right way
This angel of perdition gives us the world but in the end we may lose our very souls
Satan's ways are just too much to pay for, what's the use of having it all here, if we lose our precious soul and eternity
In God's glorious kingdom that's Heaven, for you see, Satan the great deceiver of all, already knows that God has won!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
February.07.2015
~Important note from the author~
For more information you can always read these passages in the Holy Scriptures: (Satan fall from Heaven) Isaih 14:12-15 ~ (Satan the accuser) Job 1:12 ~ (Satan the tempter) 1 Thessalonians 3:5 ~ (Satan's destiny)Romans 16:20 ~
Oh, today I died a little inside again,
I fell into a dark deep pit of darkness;
laying beaten and broken inside of me.
Do I have the power to fly up the steep tower?
Will I be able to soar before decay reaches my core?
Oh, today I died a little inside again,
and I am feeling so full of lost despair;
I keep pushing the sad memories away, away.
But, they come back to wash over me and attack,
I left the door open a crack and in came the black;
Wish I could put all my sad in a sack and never unpack.
Oh, today I died a little inside again,
and I have broken pieces that make up me;
yet, somehow I feel a new hope and strength.
My spirit says stop crying for you are no dying,
never give up trying and sorrow send away flying
the future I am eyeing and all tears I will be denying
so with one last sighing I move forward with all my being.
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February 8, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/My Broken Places
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1113-072-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, I Died A Little Inside
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
December is approaching with gelid gusts,
soon the candid snow will spread its white blanket
and dominate the lifeless and desolate land;
nevertheless, those pallid swifts with wide wings
search for warmer places livelier and more pleasant.
Gianni and Lucy follow their flight and look sad,
no birds flying around while they build with fast hands
a fat snowman with a tomato nose and cherry eyes;
it's not what they had in mind, or saw in Winterland!
" We need a wool cap to cover his head and he'll stay warm,
if ravens come by, they'll eat the cherry and tomato and deform
his face not hearing his sobs and his tears turning to ice;
what an unhappy snowman Jerry would be without eyes and nose...
oh, if only glue could hold them in place, we would get some!"
And through the entire afternoon, they watched their snowman
ready to send away any intruders with a huge rolling pin.
Those pallid swifts with wide wings have left the hushful Whitestone*,
and proud of their work, the creators of the chubby snowman
smile and clap their hands when more snow comes down;
their dream is realized, mom rewards them with an ice cream cone!
* Whitestone, Queens, NY
I clock in the time that I arrived but all my explanation was in vain, you did not listen to a word that I say and you kept giving me the blame, if I say A, you say B and if I say He, you say She, You kept putting me below the status quo until you got me off the show.
I still have the passion to live and a heart to forgive but life will never be the same, for you have left me cold, naked, empty and bare but I have got the courage within me to cross over the turbulent sea.
I have been working on this story for more than a year and I everytime I take it to you it end up in the garbage bin, it’s as if I have committed a terrible sin, we cannot see eye to eye and sometimes your insults make break down me cry, If you had stop to listen to what I had to say, the election would have gone another way, but you ignore the simple things that would make you win, the ingredients are mixed up poetry is in the soup and it makes a good diet for me and you. There is magic in the soup.
It is the down to earth things that you cannot see and the objects on the set that cause Israel to hold its breath. The Kremlin fed on them too and those in the back pull Ukraine off the track, they could not analyze them properly and it made the Kremlin happy.
The objects on the set send away the mercenaries in a sprinting in body bags, they were criminals without a destiny or a flag. They have committed atrocious so nature did not treat then kind; they had a short run and was quickly put down by the barrel of the gun .
Everyone worked from the same script while others make lots of profit from it. I did some serious work but you kept throwing me in the dirt and you are still not alert.
I have done some serious work but did not get a dime or recognition for it one administration has come and gone leaving me bare and empty on the law.
It the dawn of a new day and I am optimistic that good things will come my way, you have to settle those legal matters and you have to pull the troops out of the fire.
Think of your own sons and daughter, would you want them to perish in the fire, the nasal sprays are on the way and we have to meet without further delay, too many irons are in the fire and you have to get the universe back in order. We are close but there is distance between us.
Life offers more than hope
when one has no choice but to hold onto a rope
and wait for the delights to unfold;
will they be thrilling or a little surprising?
Many embrace vanity and are quickly sold
to the pleasures that leave emptiness after loving!
Being loved thrills me,
seeing serene skies is happiness,
waiting for rain is sadness;
I greet joy with open arms,
I send away rainy days shedding no tears;
being loved thrills me,
and such a gladness takes me farther
that I ever could: touching the brightest clouds,
letting the bold eagles teach me how to roar!
Life offers more than delight,
days not lived are lost joys never greeted
by angry hearts who are extremely sad;
and they will envy people with a cheerful attitude
who love life and have discovered a powerful secret:
they are ready to fly to a higher altitude!
Being loved thrills me
when the bond gets stronger
with a trust that's equal to truth;
being loved thrills me...
I like to share an unusual point of view
that I carried inside since youth:
" Don't sing the same tune, sing something new! "