Long Situations Poems
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Life happens and never asks for our permission.
There are situations that are relentless in their mission
to test and try us, often to the breaking point. They
test our will, our resolve, our faith, and our love.
When you pledge allegiance to the USA flag, and your
fellow countryman legally burns it right before
your tearing eyes, do you LOVE HER STILL?
When your fellow American changes the meanings of life,
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, making laws
that point in every which way but right;
Do you LOVE HER STILL?
When you see vast numbers of your fellow citizens,
your amazing America, longing to remake and reinvent
itself, seriously trying to fix what is, although
not perfect, still works far better than most;
when you see your blessed country crumbling from
the inside, will you still defend her, fight for her,
forgive her wrongs, and pray fervently for her?
Will you LOVE HER STILL?
With gushing tears rushing down your saddened face
as you are forced to swallow America's bitter pills,
again, I ask, will you LOVE HER STILL?
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I had survived how many summers? Five?
Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last
of terror that lurks in situations
which those I trust (myself included)
would swear offer only perfect safety...
My ball rolled under my Grandma's house
and I, well-guarded, scuttered after to retrieve it,
mindless of the tarry soil fleeced with fluffy,
small red feathers, newly molted by matrons:
hens that clucked contentment,
set upon their hidden egg troves.
Spying their nests, I thought to rob them
and so earn a Grandma's love for a city boy
unversed in country ways. Thinking, I acted,
reaching for a nest unoccupied,
half hid behind a house block.
I closed my soft, expectant hand
upon a wriggling creature coiled among the eggs,
drew back like lightning to watch
a brightly spotted snake slide off
into the farther, deeper darkness
amid a squall of squawks.
Emerging empty handed, terrified,
it wasn't Grandma's love I earned that day.
I have always since encountered similar brilliant colored
dangers whenever I have thought to grab,
for myself or others, unclaimed treasures
in strange places, in warmer or in cooler weathers.
It is so easy to blame others
for being hurt, stressful situations,
bad decisions that others made
yet, a small voice is telling you
that you contributed to the mess
A life fully lived is a life that is not
clean and perfect like you see on
social media and Christmas cards.
It is full of pain, hurt, and ugly words
exchanged by people who love each other
Yet, life should also be full of encouragement,
proclamations of love, dwelling on happy
moments and finding joy in the journey
and even in the pain. A day can be
ruined by painful words or made by a glorious sunset
I want to be someone who can see past the pain
and hurt to the imperfect heart of those I love.
I was hoping that I was already there,
but I am still evolving into a person that
truly loves others, including those who hurt me.
Not everyone survives challenging situations... But even if you do, the experience never leaves you. It's at best an extreme lesson in survival; whether emotional, physical, psychological, spiritual or a combination of them all. May we each learn to treat each other well - with kindness, dignity, respect and fairness.
What you did...
By Michelle Morris
05/04/2020
The forgiveness I gave,
Saved me from you;
No matter the heartache,
Dishonour or cruel.
Sins that you played out
For your delight;
Spite and malice;
Always claiming right.
Lies and betrayal,
Forcing my hand;
Loss of love
And favour;
Flames that you fanned.
You died,
It was over;
Or so I thought;
But the heartache
Still lingers,
No karma can mute.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Complexities of Romance
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By: Rubato Strophic
Due to it being
unsuited and deemed
a poor fit
it marginilizes people
it causes folk to evaluate and calulate
ages and responsiblities.
since marrgae can be used as leverage in some
situations
andit is often seen as
for specail people'or those who have a specail awakened sence
of knowing.
It is seen as the responisblity of the family
of from personal exspeince.
It allows people to not be taught certain things
to make them strange and uncaring.
The fact is in most places one needs to
16 year old to be seen
as either faince or fiancce.
the topic above the age of twenty one
often indicates a level of knowing
with the responsiblity of understanding.
Marrage and engaging into marrage is
i a symbol of commitment between two people
, and couples from a wide range of financial situations
People who wish you not to marry can do so
it is perfectly legal: but certain actions are illegal
and can cause the couple to want to sue.
Frrom the book
and Movie
"No We Can't Be Freinds"
by Rubato Strophic
Lovers Music and Book Publishing Company
Agressive and Exotic Sounds LLC.
Dingle Dolce Dingler
provided the research for the materail
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this stems from a group of Parents who wanted a law
that states that every church on television or the internet
to provide the cations
that marrage is the business of the Church and One
must be 16 years old or older to
enter into such diolog.
From the Book
Mind Your Business
By:
Rubato Strophic
You Just Hold on
In this present day, we need hope. With all the malicious and wickedness in the world without our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, it’s difficult to cope.
There’s refuge, safekeeping, protection, shelter, and more it’s back into the presence of God. Ps. 91
Ephesians 6: 10- 18. Putting on your spiritual protective clothing. Walking in power also authority, leading forward with thy rod.
Countless of individuals hearts are weakening because of fear. The first crucial step is to submit or humble oneself to the Heavenly Father, then call unto Him while He is near.
There’s a Supernatural Peace that only comes from Heaven, it will help us to enter into a rest.
It’s all about walking in obedience according to the Word of God so all may be blessed.
Stand in faith child of “The High King” to Him you belong.
No matter the circumstances or situations do not fear you are not alone.
YOU JUST HOLD ON
Too blind to view adverse conditions, too dumb to speak out on situations.
Is it only I who abhor the shame? Are my eyes the only eyes, Is my voice the only voice?
Is my heart the only one open, is it only I who feel their pain.?
Another sleepless night in the city- This time it is a child:
Child can’t go to school in the morning;
No telling what he was watching out for, ‘’no telling’’; Yeah, no telling.!
But you say a penny for my thinking, for you to tell me that I am wrong.
Why do you tell me I am wrong when, I sing my poet's song?
I do not like the state, of the things.
I display my stated; Outrage In this poem.
Yes, I am outraged, at this outrageous behavior that is displayed:
Lives wrecked, brutal shootings, lunacy going berserk and unchecked!
Outraged yes, I am.
Now you want to know my thinking, okay I am about to go in on this poem,
Bout to drops some bombs on this nation of clones.
So, pay attention.!
I am about to go all in... Bout to serve it up...have us fighting all these wars, using our children while their own is home chilling.
Trying to take back our voting rights while killing black boys on sight;
Stop the madness, stop it now.
Here, is the rest of my spiel, spilling.
I am making demands for amends, give us back our good seeds, stop stifling the willing.
When we're under duress, sick with
worry and fear about the unknown
or about situations beyond our control
it's easy to lose all sense of perspective.
But one thing we can control is our breath.
It's indeed true, we're currently living
in a scary world that seems like it's all
coming apart at the seams...
but's important not to panic
We must cling to hope and optimism.
We must all stay calm and have faith
for God will get us through these trying days
We must remember to breathe, because all
will be right in the world again, eventually.
Continue with life with an abundance of caution!
Never hold your breath! Let it all out. Woosah!....
Date written: 03/21/2020
Instead of bombing, shelling and trashing our neighbors
Let’s all do the highly popular fun ‘Jeru’ dance
By ‘Jeru’, I mean the Jerusalema beats and vibes
Of South Africa. My friends, imagine that we’re not strangers
To each other, because we are all brothers, sisters and cousins
Let’s stop the deadly explosions in the streets of Ukraine
Let’s stop bombing and slapping the mountains of Afghanistan
Let’s stop the evil and senseless bombings for the sake of humanity
Let’s stop the nasty nuclear cruise missiles and the glide bombs
Let’s feed the children and eradicate poverty and misery
Especially excessive or extreme hunger. Let’s stop the pogroms
Let’s be clean competitors and the champions of everlasting Peace
Let’s stop the daily wars of our lives from the Middle East
To Bagdad, from the shanty and small towns to the streets of Kiev
Oh! Yes, we are indeed the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve
Let’s do the song and dance of Master KG and Sister Nomceko Zikode
Let’s spread harmony, dignity and love in the deep Valley
Let’s feel good about ourselves to make the late Miriam Makeba
Very proud. Wake up! Get up! And stand up to talk to each other
Stop the kidnappings everywhere, stop distributing weapons
To evil and wrong hands. We don’t need the bombs and the harpoons
Quit, stop, and stop creating more enemies and more unfriendly situations
Let’s stop all chaos and mayhems, and let’s invent positive celebrations
Let’s create beautiful rainbows in the blue skies. Let’s have Peace
In the hearts. Let’s chat, play and laugh; and enjoy divine feasts
Let’s enjoy the ‘Jerusalema’ dance. Put the deadly weapons away
Destroy the bombs in the name of God. Let’s talk, laugh and play.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
One/two, trying I am to hold on but don’t know what to do
I'm going to explode, a time bomb, I cant help but feel so blue
Now everything has gone still I’m trying to find a way through
If you can see where I’m coming from?, it's a case of dasja vu
Three/four, still I feel so empty, absolution I’ve been looking for
Just to have that kind of certainty, to feel like I once did before
Still trying to find that remedy, though now I’m not quit so sure
I don't think I'll ever find any as everything is now so obscure
Five/six ,trying I am to survive, but feel I'm out of survival tricks
And even though I am still alive, the bomb you know it still ticks
Tricky situations I try to avoid, I skive but then still I'm in this mix
I suppose learning to duck and dive, if only I could find a quick fix
Seven/eight, looking for heaven if only that I could then anticipate
As it's a fine line I reckon it is yeah between coincidence and fate
When inside feels like Armageddon, now I feel I'm in a right state
All these thoughts sense eleven and you know they are not great
Nine/ten, I’m not feeling so fine it's that feeling of panic and mayhem
I think I’ve just lost track of all time tell me is it now a'm or is it p'm
And still I whinge and whine and you know here I am yet again
Never can I walk a straight line, it's the same now as it was then
Written 2001 playing around with words at time
expressing how one feels using a coping stratery
ten nine ect written june july 2001
written by myself davidscott
BUT TAKING LITTLE EXCERTS FROM OTHER WRITES
i WRITTEN OVER YEARS
BEFORE HAND LIKE A LITTLE COPING STRATERY
A LITTLE LOOK BACK IDEA