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Trapped like a bird in this filthy cage
Where I am starved of compassion and understanding
Left to survive on meager crumbs
Of affection and tolerance
Held captive and unable to fly and be free
From the physical and emotional restrictions
Placed upon me by my keeper
Who’s only reason for my presence it seems
Is to stay its loneliness and insecurity
To feed its selfish need for control
Through its twisted concept
Of love and adoration
I am looked upon as a possession
Other than the living, breathing individual
That I long to be
So now I sit upon my proverbial perch
In my so called gilded cage
In the confines of my seemingly mundane existence
And walk though my mind confused and alone
Aimlessly wandering through the now empty spaces
That no longer hold the dreams or aspirations
Which I once thought gave my life purpose
Memories which were bright and alive
Full of promise and hope but have faded away
Into a past that is now grey and bleak
Devoid of anything worth remembering
My footfalls echo in the silence
Giving testament that these memories
Have been empty and forgotten long ago
My only hopes now are that my keeper
Will grow tired of my deliberate silence
And obvious disdain and release me
Whether through life or by death
At this point either would be welcome
How I long for the freedom
And comfort of the clear blue sky
The ability to soar like a bird
High above the reaches
Of those who only want to keep me
And fly towards the bright and colorful horizon
Where I know my future waits
And new memories and dreams can be made.
FREE-WILL is Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden making choices KNOWINGLY contrary to God's command. They were tempted with other choices which they had the ability to resist and avoid a different outcome which their creator did not choose for them. By their consent and personal choice, they charted a different destiny for themselves, and their actions literally affected the choices and destinies of every human being that followed. There is an amazing lesson for us to consider when we realize that our choices are not about us alone. Our choices may well influence, and in some cases, may dictate the destiny of others. Eve chose to say 'yes' to the serpent; Adam chose to say 'yes' to Eve.
FREE-WILL is also seen in a news story about a lady that refused to wear a mask which was a requirement to receive service. She appealed to her individual right 'not to wear a mask', and such a choice was well within her right to do so. By the same token, the business enterprise had it's right also 'not to serve her unless she wears a mask'. If the enterprise, in our present state of health, allowed her to go unmasked, he ran the risk of allowing others to be infected with The COVID-19 virus based on her choice alone.
DESTINY is Jesus Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane submitting his will
to the will of the Father. Choice seems to be in play here, but destiny is
primary.
DESTINY is also Jesus Christ on the cross destined to die, to be resurrected, and to return to Heaven.
DESTINY is also the sentence of death for the entire human race, all animal and plant species, and every living organism; none of which has any choice in the matter of death being our final destiny. The only exception that I know to that rule is the faith of the Christian believer which promises a new and eternal life after death. That would then be our eternal destiny.
091120PSCtset, Free Will VS Destiny, Chantelle Anne Cooke
When I was 5 years old I wrote a letter to God
Asking him to give me wings
Because even though I was young
I didn't think I could get anywhere on my own two feet
When I was 25
I realized that where I wanted to go
And who I wanted to be
That not even wings could take me
So I asked God for the ability to see
But not with my eyes
With my mind
So that in time I could figure out
Who I was truly meant to be
Because at that time
The people around me
All had an opinion on where I should go
What I should do
And who I should be
And I just wanted to be me
The older I got
The more I just wanted to be free
And I found myself
Back where I started
Asking God to give me wings
D.Christian
My Medical Moonstone
His eyes are a beautiful sea-green.
His hair, a combination of grey
strewn upon stands of gold.
Gentle, a great sense of humor!
Who is this man?
Why, he is my family doctor!
He actually has the ability to laugh
and to be himself!
Not a conceited man, nor a stiff
white coated physician who prances
about being debonaire.
But even better, reads my poetry.
Right there in his office,
During an all too short, medical
journey.
All he can get me to do is have
my blood tested.
I will not take drugs, nor do any
other tests.
It's my body, my choice.
He allows me to have my voice!
He was not an easy find in a new
city.
But I hope I do die under his care.
That type of doctor-patient relationship
is so very rare.
My "Golden God" doctor!
Oh, so human and true.
It is no wonder your patients,
have the highest respect for you!
November 12, 2019
Form:
I'm ADHD to the extreme,
I can't sleep, my brain doesn't have an off switch.
So I just do five or six things at the same time,
So I don't dwell on anything and wind up in a ditch
I found these communities online,
and become a part of everyone...
Some are made just to be a witch,
And some are made just for the RICH
But I only stay in the ones I think have a good pitch,
and give me the ability to mend and stitch
I only have one speed and it's definitely not slow
I don't have any money, So a list is not my goal...
But I support in other ways and I promise I'm not a troll,
But I do travel under bridges and try to keep them intact,
Because there are already enough things burning and that's just a fact.
He’s often marveled at this brother’s hands…and had a hard time waiting
to see the wondrous works of art his brother’s hands would be creating.
His brother was a master carpenter who, ever since their childhood
had the ability to discover and release the beauty in the wood.
His brother’s mind would do the creating…come up with the detailed plans…
then gladly cede construction to the skill in his brother’s hands.
But…over the years arthritis invaded his brother’s hands…and his ability for multitasking
making it difficult for his brother’s hands to do what his brother’s mind was asking.
So…his brother decided to have surgery on his hands…hopefully to get back…
some of the abilities…the dexterity…his once skilled hands now lacked.
His brother asked if he’d accompany him…to see his surgery through…
and, if he had the time, to stay a day or two.
His brother said he’d be there…thinking it’d be sweet…
to stay until his brother…and his hands…were back upon their feet.
For brothers have a special bond…
built in childhood that throughout life they understand….
Whenever one brother needs it…
his brother be there to lend a helping hand.
Before It Is To Late
Oh ye ruthless hearts,
scoundrel is thy name.
For you have taken all there is
and left nothing more to claim.
What sick mind, and what sick deeds
did you follow down this track-?
No man,no God,nor creature made
instinctively,takes more
than what he needs.
unless he willing be- to pay,
the ultimate price of greed.
How senseless, how callous,
for you to deplete us empty,
As mother nature you have robbed
the ability to replenish our plenty.
Gluttony pumps your stone cold blood-
Agony shall be your just reward-
Even a dog would understand the
laws that nature does command.
But you seem to be hell bent -
On making our God a Liar.
What is this unrighteous cause
to which you wholeheartedly aspire?
This will be the death of you,
and you'll torment in the fire.
Oh ye ruthless heart,
scoundrel be your name.
For you have hasten backward steps.
against what God has proclaimed.
Sinking in the quickening sand
You witness the suffering with your eyes:
Yet you call yourself a man.
Disaster, much of which you've caused,
and still you feel no shame.
Oh ye ruthless and inhumane
Monsanto be thy name.
We who love life protest;
Yet you stand,unmoved,unconcerned,
and your actions remain unchanged
Thank you for poets I have never met.
Thank you, I feel so much less alone.
Thank you for such a supportive circle,
thank you for the chance to connect.
Thank you for the Lives that inspire me,
thank you for writers who encourage me.
Thank you for the talented competition,
thank you for continually raising the bar.
Thank you for artists fueled by the Muse,
thank you for prompts with ‘NO A.I.’ rules.
Thank you for poetry from around the world,
thank you for the ability to explore it.
Thank you for each new collaboration,
thank you it’s wonderful to make friends.
So thank you Instagram,
for the poets I haven’t met in person. Yet.
Your arms locked around me with caution
The rhythm of the dance ... love
it has all the ingredients
All the momens I will share with you
You take me to places I have never been
When the wind whispering in the trees
it is your words I hear
A life together that can withstand both heat and cold
Teach us the ability to forgive
and humility even to be forgiven
Invisible threads, scents and memories of bygone times
All longings that humans have carried for generations
Stay with me to the morning and hold me closer
Inexorably longing for love
towards dawn and sunrise
15.12.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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"This is the day the Lord made!
Let us rejoice and be glad in it!"
~~~
We woke up today, alive, I might add!
Had our coffee and put on the news.
Loaded with negatives, photos that so
darken our hearts, it made our toes curl
in our house shoes.
Numbers that chill us to the very bone!
There's positives which are never shown.
Listening to this? Not very smart!
Take your shower, get dressed and get
out of the house, happy as a lark.
You are a poet with a pen!
With the ability to create a world full of
hope and stunningly golden.
Make it your business to pay special attention
to your pets and to others.
This is no time to give into depression, hiding
under our covers.
March 31,2020
10:11am PST