Long Stumble Poems
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October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.
Hey, can you tell me...?
I halt. I turn...
Cold earth. Colder blade dimpling my skin.
My coral cameo earrings scatter,
daisy-dotting the green.
My back is spiked by needles of yews.
Sun skews, sky side-slides
until his face is the firmament.
I'm staring into the tumid blank-bloat of blue;
the ground hardening beneath me,
the death-spike trees stiffening.
Heavy Special Brew breaths.
Grubby, moist fingers
like grubs crawling over my breasts,
and, weirdly, I'm smelling pepper -
horror-spice of pungent lust,
its acrid nose-thrust -
and woodsmoke is drifting from somewhere...
lung-flame, tongue-flames
of searing words - his words -
blazing like the umber tumbling leaves.
Please...Please...I'll...
Fear-forced bargaining, but I'm beyond care.
And I'm aware
of the church steeple rising,
its phallus penetrating sky.
The tilting church could topple
as tears crystal-crush in my eyes.
Fear-faint, already half gone
in a soundless scream, my muted mouth
mouths silent goodbyes
to Sarah, to Mum.
Time slows to a crawl.
I try to call. Nobody comes
but the man who has me ground-pinned.
Bleachy stink of semen
whitening my ripped skater skirt,
but some things don't fade
and there is no clean in this, just dirt,
wet leaf-mulch, shame.
Ineradicable hurt.
Sacred soil is soiled, sullied.
Stunned, I stumble
shoeless, knickerless,
into the trees and heave
into the mud, into the leaves
strings of spittle-sick,
my thoughts strung out,
reality spun out.
From stinking, pulped leaves I retrieve
crushed coral earrings,
ground-grimy knickers,
my white court shoes
that whitely scream the 90s,
the scattered tatters of essays -
white, like fallen feathers, sunk in the sludge,
muddied, the red-inked words bloodied.
I gather them together.
Gather myself.
I go
forward into my future, stained from pain
and tainted touch, the smears of fear, self-disgust.
And oozing slime-soft into my ears
the mire of incongruous apology: I'm sorry
don't tell anyone - I won't.
I don't.
Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart, for his purity, by definition, is unassailable. ~Author James Baldwin
Humans drown themselves in ego by thinking they're worth
the honorable title, "I am among the innocent upon earth."
There has been no human born since Jesus, of pure divinity
His life was never sullied, nor blemished by corruptibility
Angels sang of His innocence, chaste and immaculate virtue
for men of all nations give way to temptations. This is true
We are flawed with faults. Underserving the seat on a throne
To claim we have untainted rectitude, I could never condone
Unassailable purity is not a phrase any human can live up to.
If one thinks he has irreproachable decency, don't misconstrue
such a self-centered thought as one of the meek and humble
The pure of heart has impeccable integrity and will not stumble
One who believes he's great is one I would chide and berate
for that one hungers for power and glory that he will never sate
Insidious, the hypocrite who claims innocence. He will find grief
in assuming he is sacrosanct, for that would be a profane belief
You may"
(Chorus)
You may stumble , remain humble
You may stumble, remain humble
No matter what you do
Never lose you
(Verse1)
We've all had some hard times
All had some days
where everything not going our way
we've all been there
where things were not right
still seen the darkness
couldn't really see the light
I walked and I ran
did everything I can
to improve me
I know in the end
I'm bigger than my sins that is true
when life is in a rumble, you may stumble
through it all remain humble
(Chorus)
You may stumble , remain humble
You may stumble, remain humble
No matter what you do
Never lose you
(Verse2)
I never understood
how you could
not be grateful for everyday you're granted another chance at life
so many sacrifices given
so many decisions
that you will experience today
keep the faith no matter what
lives please do touch
leave a mark here
please do such
do all you can
be a part of God plan
help all the fallen
fulfill your calling
live it up, love it up
whatever you do don't get stuck
(chorus)
You may stumble , remain humble
You may stumble, remain humble
No matter what you do
Never lose you
(hook)
Remain humble through it all
even when you fall
Remain humble through it all
even when you fall
if you fall hard
just remember call on God
(repeat 1x)
(Chorus)
You may stumble , remain humble
You may stumble, remain humble
No matter what you do
Never lose you
(repeat until chorus fades)
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
4/14/2019
Let every thing that hath breathe Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord from the heavens from his heights
Praise you him, all his angels all his host !You
Praise him you sun and moon
Praise him all stars you
Praise him heavens of heavens and you waters that be above the heavens
Let them Praise the name of the Lord for he commanded and they were created! If not let the rocks cry out Earth Dragons and all Deeps Fire, and Hail and Snow and Vapours Stormy Winds fulfilling his Word
Mountains, and all hills Fruitful Trees all Cedars.
Beasts and all cattle creeping things and flying fowl Kings of the earth and all People Princes and all Judges of the Earth Both young men and maidens and old men and children! Let them Praise the name of the Lord his name alone is excellent his Glory above the Earth and the Heavens For we wrestle many attacks of illusions realms battles beast spirit ghost not against flesh and blood though!
But the difference is going by the book the Holy Written word book my opinion it stated we win to push and push and push and push to win the wrestling match push the foes back and out .Push!
For we know who is in the day and in the night us we they there to win..
Keep watching and waiting and praying pushing wrestling is like when we
work hard pushing our fears aside may weep may cry may stumble may fall down get up and push the wrestling match conclusions you win !
But the battle you only have to endure to the end!
And rest and rest for pure joy breathing in the breath of life
For the battle is the Lords Who is this King the Lord mighty in battle He is the King of kings Lord of lords the King of Glory that is who he is The wrestling match is from the birth and to the death begun at the birth canal door push push push you push harder push push even men must push out the seed of life to us the women the man and all must or will push the seed of what God
pushed in them to us .We wrestlers are resting on the battlefield were the all of the battles have a beginning and its ending we rest relaxed and content all is
well! Thanks!
Where is it writ what I must be?
Show me the page of destiny
That shows me in the throes of catastrophe,
That avouch the failure you mark me.
I will be whatever I want to be
Feigned predestiny is absurdity.
I can plainly see where it would lead me,
But it relies on my willing authority
And that will is mine;
Not a tool for you to use to undermine
Me and my semblance of being are just fine
No grey or doubt; it is where I draw the line
And today I feel like winning,
Just like yesterday
The rain has stopped; the clouds are thinning
The sun is out, and I'm on my way
Now, let us pray—
Is something I would never say,
As if there is some higher price to pay
That allows fortune to give sway
No, no. It's quite the opposite,
And believe me, I'm on top of it
Free will, believing in myself, prerequisite;
When you next see me, it will be because, not let.
And so,
Thus forego
The waning years
Of regret—
Because we didn't believe
And didn't just go for it
Yes, it all sounds quite nice:
Hard work, determination, and sacrifice
But when we stumble and failure would suffice,
Acknowledging that something greater,
Powerful and mysterious, righted you would be nice;
There's more going on than what's before our eyes.
Take pride; be of free will and compromise
Humility takes time to realize,
And that letting go helps us stabilize
Then we might try and theorize
Where the balance of truth lies
Versus life...?
Don't waste your time—
Just go back and read
The first nine lines
So house proud
Yet nowt inside
This Terrace house
But family
Mum outside
Dressed up in her pinny
Gabby Anny
Gossiping over washing line
With nosy nextdoor neighbor
Proudly polishing
The front door step
Sweeping nothing up
Using vinegar and newspaper
To shine the windows pristine clean
Just before Dad comes home
After he has been the pub
Expecting his Tea placed on the table
While kids are out gleefully a playing
From dawn until sunset
So as not get under mother's foot
And expect a clip around the ear
And come Saturday
Whence I and "R"-Kid meet up
For a bevy before the game
We act as paperboy deliverers
So Dad can pick
And give us his betting slip
To wager on the G,Gee's
Then 4 or 5 pint's well oiled later
We stumble through the turnstile
To win draw or loose
Always leaving vocally hoarse
To once again quench our thirst
In the pub with the shortest que
Until however many pints later
We begin the long hard journey home
Hailing any taxi willing to pick us up
In our weaving drunken state
Mixed kebab and soggy chips in hand
Condiments smudged all across our face
This a day back in the life
Of the past working class
At work and play
On any given day
Street or city
Predominantly
Up Industrial North
Where as the saying goes
By Eck it's Grimm up there
Why on earth would anyone
Wish or want to live there
in the 1st place
Unless you are surrounded by
the sense of community of
these people
And the witty sardonic caustic
black sense of humor unlike
anything other in the world
That elevates the poor to the
healthiest of all
As love and laughter is without
a shadow of a doubt the
best medicine in the world
And even better than that it
costs little or nothing at all
When you see a star falling,
It's time to make a wish amending,
Stars are gifts of beauty divine,
Guiding through nights, they kindly shine,
And illuminate my darkened way,
Revealing glimpses of light each day.
My gleaming star still hangs above,
Infusing my life with purpose and love,
I am a child of the cosmos grand,
A steward of skies, destiny in hand,
Born amidst nebulae's collapse,
Embracing my cosmic heritage, perhaps.
I have forged a path I proudly tread,
A chosen journey where dreams are spread,
Though I may stumble and lose my ground,
It is not my demise that can be found,
For in each fall, a rebirth awaits,
Igniting the fire that resonates.
Here I stand, on the world's rim,
Stretching my hands, seeking to skim,
The essence of my shining star,
And make a wish, both near and far.
Grant me the strength to fulfill my quest,
A gentle nudge to bring out my best,
To discover the depths within my heart,
And let my falling star play its part,
Guiding me along my chosen way,
Where dreams twinkle, and hopes shall stay.
Written: July 06, 2023
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Every day is special in some way.
A chance to cherish the moments that sway
But often troubles come our way.
Causing us to stumble and dismay.
Remember this: problems are fleeting.
As clouds pass, they're not worth repeating.
You never agnize what tomorrow brings.
An alteration in the wind, a shift of things
You may have successes, cherish some excesses,
But life's true worth is not in material possessions.
For strong winds may come, blow away everything,
leaving you with nothing but a heart that can sing.
Our lives are akin to the cold winter snow.
Aesthetic and delicate, but soon it must forego.
The sun burns hot, and away it goes.
Reminding us that time always flows.
One day to another, no one knows when it ends.
So cherish each moment and bear amends.
Cherish laughter, love, and tears.
Life is but a fleeting series of years.
Happiness comes to those who pray.
To their maker, they humbly say,
Talk to Him anytime, every day.
Entrust to Him your worries, your everything.
If you just don't agnize what tomorrow brings,
It may start joy, or it may start stings.
But with faith and hope in your heart,
Embrace the unknown and bear a fresh start.
There are so many things I want to say but unable to find the words that would end this conflict that I have going on with myself. I have pondered this dilemma for some time now and yet as good as I thought I was at getting my message across or expressing my feelings I am at a total loss. To me , right now , is the most important issue in my life. Trying so desperately not to be a burden or bring any more problems into your already overwhelming world.I find myself completely at the mercy of the moment.
Truly the last , I mean the very last thing I would ever want to do is to create a situation that would crowd you push you into a moment of frustration due to my personal issues. With all there is of me I am trying to adjust , trying to understand , fit in , be accepted , just a few to mention .My feelings and emotions seem to be my most difficult to deal with . my strength of who I was and who I am seem to waiver with a weakness caused by so many battles life has fed me . Not being any one issue but an onset of many. More then I was able to cope with . Although I am still here , grasping at the ground I am standing on. It's not easy admitting ones mistakes , faults , or failures.Humbling to the point of being frayed and loose at the seams. Like being on the edge of a total melt down.
These words I struggle to find are there right at the tip of my sanity and feel if I do not find them soon all will be lost.Just the worst case scenario I can imagine . My heart so true , my life so real , my dreams , hopes and desires forever remain the same . It's just me , me alone doing all I can to understand what must be understood. Seeking the key to this very moment in time that will make it all good and right with the world and my surroundings .Needless to say more. Just wanting the opportunity and the time to pull it all together so to be the person who I know i am . Just not quite found .
Sincerely I am trying. I will stumble and I will make mistakes . But I believe with the help of those that do understand I will reach the space in this life I was meant to be in .
Stumbling and sometimes falling are part of it
In this walk, the path can be replete with tests
To walk with your head hanging low would be unfit
Be prudent and trust the process
So fail upward when you fall
Pick yourself up and answer the call
Fail upward when you fall
Even if you have to start again with a crawl
Dust off very well
Now walk upright and tell your tale
A testimony is preceded by only a test
Don't hesitate to unfurl what's in your chest
Fail upward when you fall
Tidy yourself, square your shoulders, and stand tall
Speak and live from the heart
And inauthenticity, please soon depart
So when you stumble or fall
Straighten up, dust off, and answer the call