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Promised myself, today would be a goodie
On a scale of good to bad
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Yesterday wasn't as good as I've had
So many things can turn it around
That really seem unimportant
Like cheery hellos from neighbours and friends
Small things are just reinforcement
For life to turn out the way you envisioned
Is up to each one of us it seems
To choose the right path and stay on the track
The result will be sugar and cream
That's not to say there won't be some times
The choice won't be yours to make
Those days are common and unavoidable
Just remember a deep breath to take
They're usually only momentary glitches
In our everyday manner of things
Just try to remember to keep a positive outlook
Won't be long till it's once again spring
Lone Maiden
The willow that rises in this graveyard, buried in grief
is solemn, solitary, for seldom does one come to see
the sunken bodies, free from joy or grief
but that evening, it looked so beautiful, so free.
The chains tethering it to the grim facade of so many fallen faces
were so loose that pensive autumn's eve,
she looked like a damsel in black, graceful arms outstretched to the skies
the eternal dark she adorns, she does not grieve.
I could stay there for long, I would be so sad to leave
the willow that rises in this graveyard, buried in grief.
Contest: Nature Scene - Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: June 6, 2019
Is it not of him that his prints be made
Is it not of that to which he walked
To which his prints appear to lay
For that of the dust of his feet he reached
From the dust of his feet he made you and me
Oh' what beauty you see, as he bless that of you to me
That he blow like a mountain wind
That there was new life in the trees
For he gave unto the earth the people we see
Life's give and take from thee
But out of it all, he gives the greatest thing of all
And that's love from up high
Air he breathes as we flourish through the leaves
Like a snow of heavens love, he flourished rose of love
He soars from up high, to which he found to which lays
And that's of the heart to stay
As he had put a picture of heavens bless, to which had fallen an angel of heavens
best.
So next time you looking for that comets ride through, be sure you know what to do.
Because when the tail comes through, we know we had the best.
As we know it was that of a warm mist and sparkle, that my heart lay to rest.
That I have found the best and that’s Jesus and his love,
that none could even compare, to which was God’s love.
And that was pure heavenly love.
We came from dust
as small as a grain of sand
we were created by Gods' almighty hand
on the journey of life earthly things
will rot rust decay and wither away
but Gods' Word will always stay
one day we will return to the ground
and our spirit will got o heaven to reside
with our Lord Jesus by our side
Gods' creation is beautiful made from dust
as small as a grain of sand
Gods' love is the greatest thing this I have found
we come from dust and one day we will return to the ground. Amen
ECC 12:7 and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
By the sweat of your brow
you will eat your food
until you return to the ground,
since from it you were taken;
for dust you are
Psalm 103
13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
14 for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
15 The life of mortals is like grass,
they flourish like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.
17 But from everlasting to everlasting
the Lord's love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children's children—
18 with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.
and to dust you will return.” Amen
Serenading you with my sincerity
assembling praises in your name
your one glance falls in place
a thousand emotions it resurrects.
Dawn is the new dusk
you pretend and wave it off
but the beauty in it
like an elephant without a tusk.
I wander to find peace
to render apologies apiece
my state of mind eloquent of a mirage
and I stay true to this farce
reality sickens me to the core
bringing redundant conversations to the fore.
Dredging up new barriers
setting up new boundaries.
Parsing life stuck at this juncture
now I run slower
and a lot less hunger
our differences like embers
time smouldered them
now settled beneath the ashes forever
still flickering by power of faith
memories waiting for someone to remember.
Careful Little One
Swim away little one
Do not stop and look
That thing hanging on the line
Is Shorty’s fishing hook
I know it looks inviting
But baby you will learn
That you would rather skip a meal
Then bite down on that worm
He is the greatest fisherman
That comes here to the lake
and if you try to tempt him
He’ll just throw in some new bait
He has circle hooks and anglers
Treble hooks with points of three
He has colored hooks and metal hooks
Even hooks that look like me
He doesn’t come here to relax
No napping in the sun
He comes here for the catch
Never leaving with just one
So stay away from those hanging things
Don’t you dare forget
Cause if he lets you slip away
He’ll catch you in his net
04/07/2021
Written for my friend Shorty, the greatest Fisherman I ever knew
Came the question as to where it began
Heard somebody say it’s the platters man
Of all childhood memories that’s the first
So filled my heart thought it would burst
Got me daydreaming saw myself on stage
Even penned the lyrics page after page
My name in neon lights a stunning sight
Inviting an audience in colours so bright
Then a kind of hush as I started to croon
Party’s over take down that pretty balloon
My voice quietly yet earnestly captivating
Emotive melody arrangement fascinating
Applause still lingering I start my next song
Please stay with me that’s where you belong
If you leave me now what would cupid say
He brought us together forever and a day
An enchanted hint of a smile on every face
Reminiscing another time or another space
Cherished and memorable songs like Yesterday
Me and Mrs Jones found a place to hide away
What a blissful and entertaining dimension
Migrating smoothly just an easy ascension
Wish that I could still deliver song and rhyme
The Platters said it soulfully It’s twilight time
I am sorry, but you don’t understand me
Ladies, I am sorry. I apologize for my behavior
But that is correct. I needed you. Loved you.
Be my muse and mentor and my life is yours. Gone
Understand me, please. I respect you. Love you
Be with me, be my life, be my way, be my heart, be my light
Light, I need your heart for a lamp, a fire in my dark life
In my dark heart, but that it is a bright mind, frost and blade
Glistening snow, glistening ice, frozen world, but still alive
Yes, just for you, only for you, kill me and take my heart
Take my heart and dance inside. Inside my heart, be my light
Sparkling snow crystals, an ice hall, a lady dancing inside
A lady dancing inside, in my dancing saloon, music is crystal
Be my life, be my only heart. A life goal. My life goal is to be a living object
An object in my life, a diamond in the safe of my heart. The love
Be there, be in my heart, light and dance are your life and mine
I am sorry, I can not change and lost my life
Stay with me, I do not need your hand, I am bad
Just forgive me, and I will be your heart and life
I love you
I love you
I love you
When love visits me again, I will not feel like a burden.
I will take in every effort and see how deserving I am, see how worthy I am." — Rede Omowunmi
He felt the quintessence of pure sadness:
He cursed himself for his badness.
The wayward wind wailed within his grief.
Could he ever regain some gladness?
His body trembled like an aspen leaf.
His mind felt like waves smashing on a reef,
Billows flowed to the shore, white foam so fine.
In his heart, he felt a beat so brief.
The struggling sun hugged the western skyline.
He walked down the path, all lined with pine.
Found a chapel, a quiet place to stay.
She was kneeling. Will she be mine?
He brought her red roses just cut in May.
He knelt near her, though he could barely pray.
She looked at him, and she smiled happily.
To Our Lady, he offered her a spray.
When I look in the mirror, the face of a lion I see,
Although I am only a kitten who lives in a house.
I catch myself daydreaming about what I could be,
Running fast and hard at a zebra, instead of a mouse.
I spend my days alone: I primp, I play, I sleep,
Desperately waiting for my owner to arrive.
As the door slowly opens, I’m still in a heap,
Hoping it’s her, back from that dreadful 9 to 5.
She enters the house, and quietly calls my name.
When I hear her voice, I know it’s safe to come out.
As I run to meet her, the routine is the same:
Over the couch, under the table, my usual route.
After dinner is done, and we’ve had our fill,
She sits in her favorite chair and I hop up in her lap.
I purr as she softly pets me, and slowly lose the will
To stay awake as she reads, so I take a short nap.
When she finishes her book, and turns to go to bed,
I realize that the face in the mirror of a lion – a king,
Is just a reflection of who I am inside my head.
Although I am only a kitten, I have all…everything.