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The what ifs and the whys
They march upon my head
They come not as single spies
But as battalions instead
They fill my mind with sorrow
I'm besieged as they surround
They steal from my tomorrow
Any joy I would have found
Invading without cause
They manipulate my fears
And exploit the hidden flaws
In the way the truth appears
They weave a new reality
From what I think I know
One that will doubtful ever be
But which I can't let go
The what ifs and the whys
They sneak in like a thief
Compelling me to multiply
My tribute tax of grief
I pay costs that aren't mine
For woes that don't exist
And spend my bulk of time
Repairing things that don't need fixed
My walls in disrepair
My well is all dried out
Yet I'm only half aware
Of what I was concerned about
Distracted from my present
I obsess over my doubts
Which do nothing to prevent
Things I can do naught about
The what ifs and the whys
Make problems they don't solve
As I die a thousand times
To each fate I can't resolve
And yet for all my focus
I'm blinded to the theft
By fears that swarm like locust
Consuming all that's left
Though never do I find
That object of my dread
The horrors tormenting my mind
Are but mere shadows instead
There's not a need to borrow
For grief I'll never know
So don't worry for tomorrow
For its troubles are it's own
THE VULTURE
Scavenging wretch!
With a long neck
And a stinking breath
Feeding on carcasses of the dead
Bald headed crook with eyes that are red
Eating the putrefied worms of the barren Islands
He roams through the plains of the rich brown highlands
Glides beyond the horizon
When the waves start rising
Like a rocket he flees
Above the deep blue seas
No comfort for him in Antarctica or Australia
Never falls sick or susceptible to malaria
And flies through the sky
In search of a feast when nature do call
Thief of the thieves
Who never plays ball
Greedy funny fellow
Thin and tall
Never gives only gets
Never forgives and never forgets
Only cheats
Cannot be cheated
Never stands when he is seated
Deception is your perception of life
Traitor!
Stabs Caesar in back with a knife
Hypocrites that serve only time and riches
And will slip and fall in hell like ditches
Lurks behind the corridors of power
Insincere and avarious
Economic adventurer who plans by the hour
Money, money, money
He can never get enough
Cowardly fellow who always acts tough
He never attacks the healthy and robust
But will kill the sick
And eat his intestines with his big red beak
"Because you (faithful saints) have kept my command
To persevere, I will also keep you from the trial which
Shall test those who dwell upon the earth." "Behold,"
" I am coming quickly! Let no one take your crown.
For when they are saying,"Peace and safety", Christ
Will return like "a thief in the night for His bride." But flesh
And blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; nor does
Corruption inherit incorruption.
Let me tell you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we
Will all be changed in a moment in the twinkling of an eye
At the last trumpet.
Transformed from our corruptible mortal bodies
Into our incorruptible immortal bodies fit to
Inhabit heaven. Returning to the earth in seven years.
At the Second Coming of Jesus Christ's; setting up
His kingdom for 1,000 years on the earth. King of
Of Kings and Lord of Lord's Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
This is the poem that was submitted to
Eber & Wein.
When my draft does arrive,
any necessary revisions shall be made.
Love in Christ Jesus,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
Final revision: December 26, 2024
De
paraphrase
1 Corinthians 15:50-53
For Eber and Wein to be submitted before March 21, 2025 EST.
May need to be shorten.
Love in Christ Jesus,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
December 26, 2024
Ouch.... Forgot to enter the contest.... This has happened many a time.... a sure sign of advancing age :( :(
Riding down on the wheels of Time,
Through the bends and curves of weary life,
Pleasure it was to halt awhile,
At the start of life as a little kid,
Much we enjoyed those carefree days,
With fun and frolic all around,
Nothing to bother and none to nag,
Far removed from staring gaze
Great it was to ‘dwell’ inside,
The house we built with twigs and leaves.
We donned the guise of ‘Dad and Mom’,
And ate the dish, we cooked instant.
Fun it was to play ‘Hide and Seek’,
With friends reversing the roles in turn,
The cop chasing the thief in hide,
And the thief evading the cop in chase
Foolish it was to bury beneath,
Many a coin-shining bright,
With hopes to see them sprout some time,
Yielding thousands for the autumn pick.
As the rain comes tumbling down,
With water filling every pond and well,
We devised far brighter schemes,
To enjoy life in better ways
We caught the ants and lady birds,
And put them inside paper boats,
We watched them being set afloat,
Over the muddy puddles left by rain
With thrill gripping every nerve,
And wonder glistening our curious eyes,
We caught the ‘Minnows’ one by one,
Those trapped within the towel spread
Picking each with careful hands,
We moved them into a tiny pond.
Darting down and coming up,
We watched them, swim all around.
Little things and petty scenes,
Thus filled our hearts with instant joy
Life never seemed dull or drab,
With each day holding its own charm,
Bliss it was that childhood state,
But sad, it remained a brief interlude,
Staying here on this distant shore of life,
The other side seems greener far!
(I started writing poems only from 2007. Before that I never knew I could write poetry. It was a time when I was bedridden for about four months. Overcome by dejection and boredom, I started writing poems to while away my time. Later it became a passion for me. This is one of my earliest writes in 2007)
March .9. 2022
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Her own body filled with so much grief and just utter dismay
Life had so often been a thief always robbing her on the way
No longer could she bare this weight tying her down so long
For it's better to have been late and correct me if I'm wrong
She pulled out old Rosary Beads there set within her hand
"How my whole heart pleads , I hope Lord You understand"
There sitting till finished wiping away a tear from her eye
Feeling slightly replenished perhaps she could at least try
The next day it was the same and her heart didn't change
Still casting about the blame as buffalo roam on the range
Again there she sat her mind weaving through each prayer
"I'm not everybody's doormat but I really do have to be fair"
After a week or so of the Rosary she could almost now let go
Her whole mind felt free and to others it even started to show
She knew what got her there, who carried her the whole week
As there's not any of that despair even in just hearing her speak
Luke 1:42
And she spake out with a loud voice,
and said, Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb
You woke up to see the break of dawn
And realized something was now gone
From someone better than all the rest
Ripped right out of the middle of your chest
I’m a thief and I play the part
I robbed you blind and stole your heart
I now have you and you can’t leave
It doesn’t beat anymore but you still breath
There is no rhythm not one sound
You feel my love but don’t feel the pound
I’m a thief and I play the part
I robbed you blind and stole your heart
Our hearts are as one and we shall grow
The touch of my hand makes your blood flow
A simple kiss makes you revive
There is no beat and yet you survive
I’m a thief and I play the part
I robbed you blind and stole your heart
INTERCEPTION
Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black
Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed wretchedness, reflective reminiscence
Sporadic spirits predicting sinister death
Powerless to quell the oppressor within
Oh, desolation! The thief with the sinister grin
The day bleeds, no conveyed clarifications
Nightfall brings its own demonic demons
Moodswings of crazy with judgements so hazy
Interceptive apathy through feelings of lethargy
Music evokes emotions with resilient duress
Though once familiar titles slide back in regress.
Living within her own fluid transparency
The piteous empathy, does she even discern?
Is she to become a fading frequency?
Or… ungenial ashes in a decorative urn?
As the soft rose shades of twilight transcends
In the quietude of peace – a hushed calm descends
One last recall remains in her artistic archive
Where the Star of the Show still dazzles and thrives.
Maria Williams © 2023
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Instead, why not give them your time and play their favourite music?
Music memories often remain as others disappear.
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The heat was high and rising
A shower came, but left too soon
The temp was quite surprising
It wasn't even noon
They thought it was a mirage
As they stumbled upon a spring
The backdrop created a beautiful collage
Their hearts began to sing
Steady hands unbuttoned her blouse
Desperately he dove under
Trying to distract that he was aroused
Hungry eyes, full of wonder
He was just a boy, at the brink of manhood
Had never felt a women's touch
Wearing nothing but a grin, on a rock she stood
He never wanted anything so much
She nonchalantly tied back her hair
Took each ginger step with intention
It seemed as though she wasn't scared
Deep breaths relieved his body's tension
Once immersed, she giggled with a shiver
He tried rerouting his imagination
The closer she came, his efforts would wither
He couldn't deny her artistic creation
He discretely put distance between him and his desire
As she ignored their humbled skin
Their mutual emotions bore an invincible fire
This flirtatious chase soon came to an end
She experienced a moment of shame
As she traced his pure skin
She knew their expectations weren't the same
Searching for youth, she was committing a powerful sin
She convinced herself that she was doing him a favor
To put her guilt at ease
Though his parents should have signed a waiver
He was the first to please
He placed his fingers in just the right spot
First time was the charm
He knew much more than they both had thought
Intensely, she clinched his arm
To both of their surprise, he came to power
Forced her to land with slight aggression
Took her body for just shy of an hour
It was a forbidden love making session
She lie in his arms in disbelief
Forgetting the summer's heat
To think, she thought that she was the thief
Now hooked, it was his defeat
In the late 60's and 70's,
They were called "Pigs."
In 2019, with a population
Gone mad,
Now it's graves for them we dig,
Oh how terribly cruel and sad!
No, not the killers, though!
They are set free to live
in Sanctuary Cities, you see.
Some Americans just do
Not want law and order!
Especially at ourSouthern Border.
Fentanyl is just a candy,
Don't you get it?
While others prefer death from drugs,
how about rape?
I bet the Police around an illegal's crime,
cannot even put up tape!
"How xenophobic of them!" the crowds
screaming.
CNN would shout and Don Lemon.
(the most arrogant) so proudly tout!
So, the next time you are in great need,
Please, call a gang member, or that
non-reported thief on your block.
Stop offing Policemen and Policewomen.
To their friends and families,.a most painful
loss and shock!
Dial a criminal?
See if these creeps will put their lives
on the line just for you.
They deserve death and indignation.
Of course, they won't even get a citation.
They have long lists of crimes to do.
Just pray the next time, it won't be you.
Panagiota Romios
3/6/2019
As grains of sand on the beach so shall be the souls of the dead
Not that I'm in tune to preach but in repeating what Jesus said
For I do so beseech that if you could only get this in your head
That it all wasn't just a speech but it was so much more instead
There will be a judgement for all those who do and don't believe
Though Jesus was sent many billions the devil will easily deceive
Not knowing what this all meant, seeing, they will begin to grieve
They chose not to repent in so His Grace they will never receive
His Word will be like a Sword, lol you can't just go run and hide
For He is the Mighty Lord and you will also see His Pieced Side
You will be judged upon your own accord for have you once lied
But in Jesus the greatest reward, for You, He was already tried
For You do not even have a clue of the deception that you see
satan having completely infiltrated you so as you are not Free
Are you saying there is nothing you can do, in just letting it be
What seems long overdue is out of His Great Love for thee(You)
“But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night; in the which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.”
2 Peter 3:10 (KJV)