Long Struggle Poems
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Living life in all its fierceness,
Birth and death and joy and pain
We struggle on our unknown journey,
Sometimes lost and found again.
We are indeed like lambs to slaughter
Death will be our final goal.
But while we live,let us live bravely.
Let us not destroy our souls.
Climbing in the hills and moorlands
In the heather, children play.
The sun half blinds me with its light
Yet still I see the given way.
I received a call to climb.
These hills are my essential home.
My vocation is to dwell here
While in the silence,mind may roam.
Noise in cities is destructive.
Though nature's fierce,it's also true.
Struggling on life's craggy slopes
I offer up my words to you.
When Should You Smile?
Kevin Davis - 2024
(Love's Field and Lady, Buzz, Needles & Sweety)
Smile when the morning sun peeks through the clouds,
And Lady’s heart-shaped back spot glows bright in the dew.
Smile when Buzz’s goggles fog from laughter,
Because in your heart, you know the joy is true.
Smile when Needles flutters by on shining green wings,
Or when Sweety’s throat sparkles like diamond rings.
Smile when a baby giggles with happiness and glee,
Or when you find delight in the simplest things.
Smile when the stars twinkle high in the night sky,
And Lady hums soft lullabies to the moonlit sea.
Smile when you feel love in every heartbeat sigh,
As Needles spins through the air, wild and free.
Smile when you’re happy, and smile when you’re sad,
For Buzz knows a smile will always light the way.
Smile—it’s a gift for the world the best anyone ever had.
Smile like Sweety as she sips nectar on a gentle rainy day.
So, smile all day and make a smile your always expression,
It's like the brightest color in all of Needles’ hues.
It takes only the flutter of your lips to begin,
But it colors everything you touch, everything you do.
Smile when life’s a challenge, when things don’t go as planned—
So, Lady, Buzz, Needles, and Sweety will know the happy you.
Your smiles will turn struggle into strength you didn’t know you had.
So, smile—and the world smiles too!
Smile like Buzz when the wind ruffles his hair,
Like Lady when she sees a dear friend arrive,
Like Needles when the wide blue sky calls him higher,
Like Sweety after a long, bright day in Love's field.
And when you forget how to start your day,
Just think of Lady, Buzz, Needles, and Sweety and say—
“A smile is the brightest gift I can give,
The best way to show the joy to live.”
SMILE!
March 29 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 1-4
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 1:7 In that night did God appear unto Solomon, and said unto him, Ask what I shall give thee.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR PRESENCE
Thank You for Your presence in my prayer-time
To ask me what You shall give me, more than any riches’ dime
While showing Your great mercy of gracious goodness-chime…
How privileged am I to enjoy Your presence in fellowship’s prime.
Thank You for Your presence in my faith-practice
To strengthen me along my entreaties
While teaching with Your commandments’ notice…
How blessed am I to have Your help in my infirmities.
Thank You for Your presence in my wisdom-plight
To illumine me with Your directing light
While giving Your great principles against confusion-blight…
How fortunate am I to receive Your truths wherein I should delight.
Thank You for Your presence in my service-hardship
To aid me in my stewardship
While manifesting Your servant-leadership…
How secured am I to trust You in Your offered work-partnership.
Thank You for Your presence in my discipleship-challenges
To instruct me along Your statutes’ charges
While assuring Your miraculous life-changes…
How amazed am I to observe Your ways within Your freedom-cages.
Thank You for Your presence in my struggle-victories
To uphold me by Your empowering stories
While radiating in Your holiness’ territories…
How encouraged am I to continue through Your inspiring glories.
March 29, 2022
Whenever I remember that God sees me groaning in pain
Languishing in gloom, ruled by misery that has me slain
Earnestly hoping for His miracle to gain...
I thank Him for inviting me to immerse myself in His loving domain!
Whenever I remember that God hears me crying for divine support
Excruciating with my downfall’s hurts along shame’s discomfort
Sorrowfully begging for His help, my ultimate resort...
I thank Him for leading me to kneel humbly before His gracious fort!
Whenever I remember that God knows me needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare due to discontentment’s scare
Desperately longing for His promises I treat as rare...
I thank Him for bringing me to His throne of blessings' share!
Whenever I remember that God understands me sighing anxiously
Expressing my complaints; murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
Unreasonably questioning my state bitterly...
I thank Him for counseling me to seek His will meaningfully!
Whenever I remember that God recognizes my struggle and frustration
Succumbing to sins’ oppression toward welcoming exasperation
Sincerely craving for His pardon’s restoration...
I thank Him for granting me forgiveness for my transformation!
Whenever I remember* that God regards me cringing in difficulty
Mourning over my self-inflicted calamity and physical infirmity
Wholeheartedly yearning for His joy and tranquillity…
I thank Him for upholding me with His mercy so I can attain maturity!
*Psalm 77:11 I will remember the works of the LORD: surely I will remember thy wonders of old.
September 5, 2018
A Little Encouragement
When things crumble around me,
And it seems so hard to trust.
There is a voice the whispers;
“Oh, my child you must.”
I fight with doubt and failure;
Till it seems I cannot stand.
But Jesus in reassurance,
Tells me; “Child you can”.
I struggle for the answer;
And curse my humble fate.
But God in all his wisdom;
Gently whispers; “Wait”.
When storm clouds gather round me.
And I find no place to go.
When it seems I am forgotten.
My Father says “I know.
I give my all to Jesus.
My needs He will fulfill.
I need not fret or worry.
But Trust, My God, He Will.
When things crumble around me,
And it seems so hard to trust.
There is a voice the whispers;
“Oh, my child you must.”
I fight with doubt and failure;
Till it seems I cannot stand.
But Jesus in reassurance,
Tells me; “Child you can”.
I struggle for the answer;
And curse my humble fate.
But God in all his wisdom;
Gently whispers; “Wait”.
When storm clouds gather round me.
And I find no place to go.
When it seems I am forgotten.
My Father says “I know.
I give my all to Jesus.
My needs He will fulfill.
I need not fret or worry.
But Trust, My God, He Will.
if I had all the money that I ever wanted,
I suppose that I could travel the world;
live in a better home, buy better clothes, if money was no object,
but you see money cannot help me,
each day my health is more delicate, slipping further away;
and all the money in the universe will not change a thing,
this is my struggle and my daily reality . . .
the things I give myself are simple,
relaxing music to soothe this weary soul;
peace, tranquility and love to ease my pain,
and I ask the Lord for strength . . .
in meditation I try to fathom the why,
of course, with money I could go to a fancy retreat;
but a corner in my bedroom is set aside for meditation and relaxing,
and it is there I have placed peaceful things that cost very little . . . .
perhaps with money I could get better drugs,
but no drug is going to change my destiny;
this I know deep in my heart and soul,
I have for a long, long time.
I think a lot about my past and life so far,
the paths I took or did not take, the things I said or did not;
could money have changed my journey in any way . . . doubtful.
a warm bath, a cozy bed, a sweet purring cat, paper and pen so I can write,
my laptop within reach, a walk in nature listening to the birds;
a loved one to hold my hand . . . .
these are my indulgences and they may not seem like much to you,
but I feel like the wealthiest person in this world;
for money cannot buy happiness nor can it buy life,
all I need is the indulgence of tranquility;
and that comes from within . . .
so I have learned to embrace my adversity in no matter what form,
and live each moment, each hour and each day'
with courage and dignity . . .
ESSENCE DISTILLED
someone mentioned
as a matter of course
hitherto
an undiscovered &
instantly disclosed
then duly
prepared
yet
previously ignored
ingeniously
remaining
faithful
with good reason
distinguishing confidence
in contemporary
interpretations
previously concealed
thoughts &explanations
this deception
of a struggle
or challenge
to the reportoire
a
presence& veracity
significant
yet innocent
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Poets Are Wonderful People
They are the cry of the unheard.
Wonderful persons are poets
the apple of many eye's ...
lOVE surrounds you.
You are protected by much
positive energy
emitted through prayer.
you can only partake
If you are certain it is there
Once you realize
your own worth
and acknowledge it
remember to receive.
the blessings of
the uni- verse
The uni-verse will hear
your verses and unite-verses.
with like minded beings.
The"Wind of Change" is always blowing.
visions may not always be as it seems
Somewhere birds are singing,
on this earthly plain,Water gurgles
as voices still struggle to be heard;
And as the seed pushes painfully
through the concrete you cannot hear
it's woes or silent screams.
And we only see the beauty when it
blossoms and stands alone,stronger
than all the coddled flowers in the garden.
And we in awesome amazement think
how am I connected to this dream...
The will to succeed is stronger than
the will to merely exist.
And to the universe we
chant our united verses.
let the poet people say ...ASE'
I round a bend in the trail ...
And gasp, literally ...
The scene before me takes my breath away
And I stop, transfixed by the sheer breadth of the panorama
The shimmering span of Crater Lake ...
Clear, crystalline ...
Pure as the tears of Heaven
Translucent fathoms of water, waiting ...
Glassy, tranquil, yet the depths shroud an inky secret
A brumal dragon, ages old, slumbers in the blackened abyss
Its fiery, flaming breath is calm, but its breast still slowly rises and falls
The wings of thunder that once battered the air to ruin
Are tucked close and quiet, but they tremble yet
The snorting nostrils that choked the sky, and earth-tearing claws
Are still and cold, but they shiver with an energy, relentless
The molten rock that is its lifeblood, ever flows deep in its bowels
Sleeping, dreaming, biding its time and virility
Above, nature attends to its own
The remnants of Mount Mazama paint the reach
Crimped in white and green, the edges of snow-dusted foliage
Creatures dance, unknowing, upon the beast's back
Life goes on-and-on, in all its guises
Struggle, tragedy, the feral judgements of existence and mortality
Predator and prey, birth and growth, changing seasons
The ceaseless spin of survival, continues on ...
This exquisite glade and the providence that surrounds me
Thrums with vitality, oblivious to the danger and heat stirring earthward
Bloating in the gut of the burning basilisk ... far, far below
Waiting for when the time is right ...
And it once again ... scorches the sky.
Written and submitted on January 15, 2019
For the "Sleeping Volcano" Poetry Contest
Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
A man who lived every bit of thirty
Professed his love for me
And I a girl not more than seventeen
Believed his words to be
He claimed to be what he was not
And wasted my youthful years
My trust I gave a mighty lot
So young and full of tears
A mother's burden upon my head
Two sons for him I bore
Daily I strive to get our bread
He left me nothing more
If add I now to that man's seed
This hungry mouth of mine
Three hungry mouths I have to feed
With bread and meat and wine
I live a life of daily struggle
Wondering what was my sin
Was it to love and be so humble ?
Was it to be naive ?
Daily I rise to grow the soil
And provide all we lack
With effort and with sweat I toil
For the sun taunts my back
I look at my boys and tend to wonder
If grow them boys to men
To seek the whereabouts of their father
For they know I am no hen
Would I say he was a good and bad
Who left me in my prime?
Or say me that my love he had
At once upon a time ?
Would I tell of how much he did lie
To make me spread my legs ?
Or lie to them that he did die
Not knowing of my eggs ?
What better words have I to say
To make them learn of him?
I think and rethink everyday
Yet no good word defines him
I hope a hope against all hopes
That my sons live good lives
And never thread their Father's ropes
For they ought to love their wives
By :Adams .O. Elizabeth