Long Tribulations Poems
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Where am I, really needing to know
I am all alone, and feeling so low
the point has past, tears no longer flow
just wanting to run, with nowhere to go
Thinking back, a time when it had all started
unknowingly, destiny had already been charted
my mind so pained, carrying a troubled heart
mistakenly thinking, depression I could outsmart
Being wrong, I will necessarily admit
no more excuses, promising to commit
I acknowledge my fears, this is the truth
coming back to haunt me, sins of my youth
At times although distraught, I will not surrender
placing my faith in G-d, may He be my defender
if pain has reached me, it must be for my own good
G-d’s way of correcting, this kindness was understood
So I have come to accept my pain, it’s only for the best
my mind is now less troubled, my soul can find some rest
lessons to be learned, worth much, if we will only believe
even in our darkest moments, we have the power to achieve
Our tribulations in life, they will never ever cease to be
part of growing is to open your eyes and finally see
there is light, but out of the darkness it’s hard to perceive
everything that happens is for the better, why forever to grieve
Sugar Momma is en route to Anytown Enlightening,
Elevating and Uplifting with unwavering Confidence
spreading good vibes, and energy to everyone, talking to everyone. Left, right, right, left as she approaches they all
stop and stare as her presence illuminates the chambers
Facts remain Sugar Momma has endured so much pain
in her paths, She has treaded jumping over hurdles near and far yet she hasn't hardened her heart. Sugar Momma
She has been through many disappointments full of
pain, and heartaches with turbulent tests and tribulations
on this road called life. Sugar Momma
Sugar Momma is set up with traps and plots methodized by
familiar faces trying to break her spirit yet Sugar Momma
has not let defeat overthrow her nor separate her from the Divine and her visions. Sugar Momma
Dear God, please tell me what I’ve done
For you to rain blessings on me
When I woke up this morning, I kissed someone
But, I forgot to pray to thee
I prepared breakfast, then boasted of the taste
And filled my belly, as well as my face
I threw out good proportions, oh what a waste!
I never took the rime to even say my grace
Sunday came; I made it through another week
Tribulations have silenced my spirit
So, in bed I lay so to speak
I had a chance; yet I went to a dance
So, I’m too tired to worship today
Many moons have come and gone
Another opportunity I should embrace
Oh God forgive me, for this is my song
I pray that I never fall from your grace
Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.
Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check (mate)
eternal salvation woebegone
grievance to ameliorate
repurposed conscious being (me)
sanguine reunion ridding travesty
once for all ascending soul asylum gilded gate
consanguinity amidst deceased brethren
impossible mission to discern,
thus I equivocate.
At long last doomed existence
finally fancy free and footloose
Earthly afflictions divine creator
severe trials and tribulations let loose
promise body, mind and spirit triage
damn physical, mental, and
spiritual afflictions permanent vamoose
yoked Sisyphean and mephistophelean woe
summoning herculean strength
(mine) to vanquish
courtesy (halloo) gibbet welcome noose
necks stop outer limits analogous cooked goose.
Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
nefarious, and opprobrious
suffering post traumatic stress disorder wartorn
invisible battle scars branded me, yet well worn
shell shocked comfortably numbed skull
jimmied heavily inebriated distilled, cracked corn
trumpet silenced (think) muted horn.
Anger at self wells up
regarding passive stance (mine)
convenient akin to jellyfish,
and/or crustaceans without spine
essentially a dorky nerdy wimpy kid
i.e. faulty genetic design
unsure if attributable to Capricorn zodiac sign
essentially allowed, enabled and provided
easy excellent access akin to scavengers to dine
bitter draughts synonymous quaffing quinine
figuratively forced down gullet - nein
letup liberally heaped upon
bobble headed, I opine
courtesy 20/20 hindsight, a tangential pact
with Sue S. Side, promising starvation diet
package deal plus absent I,
(now a tan gent) unwittingly did cosign.
the personification hurts the reasoning of an untrained apophenic
cacography ensues as the computer throws a spell check wobbly
the poet scribes on because everything is not what it seems to be
clouds become animals spirits aspirations and nebulous signs
and I am the object and subject of mind altering misperceptions
sometimes ‘a cigar’ is just a cigar and ‘this is not a pipe’ dream
subconscious delusion offer a palatable way out of shackles
an unmade bed becomes an expensive desirable piece of crap art
the urinal in the museum flushes waste and reality down the drain
and yet one has to craft understanding and narrate viable stories
paraedolia is such an enchanting word as are paradox connections
apophenia rules when the truth is too painful to face in real time
the scribe employs license and unlicensed paradigms for his work
Exupery’s elephant swallowed by a boa constrictor rightly refuses
to become a hat which is such a bigoted symbol of bourgeoisie
emotions flow swiftly and guide mere rational thoughts into retreat
harmonize what will so often remain unbalanced and superfluous
when depression dances with mania around a moldy berry bush
a solution presents itself in acceptance surrender and growth
just as useful is to see the world through an innocent child’s lens
a kaleidoscope needs no interpretation and mirages are divine
witches zoom on broomsticks under guise of cleaning brigades
clairvoyants offer an unadulterated future becoming of mature age
if only the wars of all nations were fireworks only praising the night
yet in trial error and tribulations a skillful magician soothes my soul
26th July 2020
As I awake each morning, it’s a new day, for me to learn,
as I walk through the fires, my soul does not get burned.
I am no longer, the man, I use to be,
for as I rise daily, the fires now strengthen me.
The trials and tribulations, of this day, that I must face,
going through the refiners fire, I am saved in Mercy and Grace.
In the truths that He has shown me, as I walk in this light,
I’m guided by His Spirit, to be that which is right.
For, He’s an ever consuming Fire, burning off all my chaff,
allowing me to join in, with the Angels, a Holy laugh.
For things are not as though, they appear to be,
once I was blind, to these things, but now I can see.
I now seek those Spiritual things,
which keeps me from, these deadly stings.
Giving love for hate, peace for strife, I turn myself around,
I begin walking, in the truth, that I have found.
Led by His Spirit, the Truth, becomes my stand,
and when I touch the darkness, my fire’s, now get fanned.
From all imperfections of life, there, staged WOMEN on the reflective side of living, optimizing the cons 'n pros of bing mortal, with creation soo alertly constructed to ease and siege tribulations escorting lyf...
From birth, inaugurated with leadership, though cultural norms and ethics blurrd by in-denial to the plausable fact, which lies undefined for is barely tangible to man insecurity
To Earth, strapped life from her soothed back, with hands that nurtures livelihood of her offspring, outruning flaws and trials statued to living, that lingers on the projection light of her halve being.
#Poetic_Ink
Dutiful discipline drives devoted diligence...
Quotidian dedication describes
das deft dude,
his promising passion
with English language
within recent past dim sum
might notice he brewed
poems about common
trials and tribulations food
for thought self sadist factorially
reasonably rhyming oft times
incorporating analogy, metaphor, simile
more so to stave
writer's block fortitude attitude
versus less to impress any
first time unknown reader,
or anonymous regular
guy/gal follower disproportionately
emphasizing burgeoning agonizing
travails analogously Druid
cursed his existence fearsome
oaf got me matt chewed
rendered into pulp fiction
subsequently spit viewed
within circle comprising
cannibalistic primate creatures
roam'n around within
makeshift amphitheater crude,
yet sophisticated as
simplistically configured, construed
convoluted edifice witnessed
snaking snarky conga line
weaving and bobbing amidst
totemic pillars where well
kneaded, muscled, oiled...
flesh glimmering while nude
on green acres, whereat
arbitrary petticoat junction etude
aired by linkedin foo fighting
beastie boys in the hood
paying homage to their
benevolent patron - Saint Jude
honoring self serving
cisco, duck, eagle - feather nesting
arrogant, bombastic, conceited...,
egos trumpeting barren airs
exuberantly keyed how
village people got royally screwed
taken to cleaners riverside,
whereby sudden deluge didst flood
courtesy of... mad
don (huh) feeling stewed,
who sought world dominance
raged at populace he should
receive nobel peace prize
and voted, nee crowned emperor
demanded cachet else...
he promised to force unglued
freedoms of life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness!
Believe it or do not, life is a gift;
do not give up yourself to its evils,
or to its tribulations and trials!
Know instead that God, tho' you feel adrift,
will never leave you. He will buoy you up
and guide you to shore; this know that God wills.
He will anoint your steps through the steep hills
of your life, and in the end fill your cup
until it runs o'er. So rejoice! Have heart!
For you are not alone in your sorrows
and grief, for God and His angels take part
in the triumphs and victories you'll seize;
so shall the promises of tomorrows
be yours, if you resist despair's disease!
You inspired me more than you know & it was
you that brought me back to life
You revived me when things were really dire &
I was dying to be free from all the strife
I found my power in those days now it's something
never to be relinquished
The picture you painted gave me a view from high
above myself, a masterpiece that wasn't finished
Now I'll forever be replenished despite all the trials
& tribulations
I revel in ideas that become immortal while living
out this revelation
It was more than maturation that helped me grow
& draw from the strength held inside
It was a mirror that life reflected back, a part of
myself I thought had died
My pride led to many falls, but it was this that led
to being humble
Watch for the calls that ring to throw you off &
blur the lines so you can stumble
Now it's my turn to help with the reviving & impart
the lessons I have learned
I know you'll pay it forward down the line when you
walk with balance you have earned
Don't be spurned by the flames of life as they're
meant to burn for purification
It's the ether that you hold inside that will be your
fuel for demonstration
This revelation was written in the beginning & I've
already seen how it will end
The ending of things are meant for new beginnings
& you possess the will to start again
The wheel turns just like the world & those on the
bottom will reach the top
No one ever said climbing mountains would be easy
but you'll get there if you never stop