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From way up high looking down on Earth
Living up on some clouds to the west
Is my guardian angel watching over me
Not allowing hard times and unrest
Blessed with good fortune and a happy life
Pretty lucky when I hear people mutter
It hasn't been a popular trend among most
Yet my life's been smooth as butter
Makes me smile and I count my lucky stars
For this charmed and trouble free life
Relative calm and good fortune's been mine
Uneventful and free from strife
Must've done something to deserve this life
Once was kind to a little old lady
Helped her across a real busy intersection
It was just for a matter of safety
Humbly I accept this great honour with pride
Sure don't want to rock the boat
One day think I'll just sail off into the sunset
And be remembered by what I wrote
People say, it’s very difficult to reach out to their fathers,
But my father adds to the count of my cap’s feathers.
More than a father-daughter,
My relation with him has been more of honor.
He would stand for me against anyone who would try to bother.
With all his decisions for my life turning positive,
Sometimes I doubt: With GOD, is my father my life’s fellow author?
During our high school days,
his day would start at 4 in the mornings,
giving us the first wakeup call,
and thereafter some tactical warnings.
Preparing us morning tea,
Then drive us to tuition daily with a mission
Of giving us a future that was trouble free
Right from ironing the uniforms of his daughters number one, two and three
To growing them into girls who were allowed to argue and make their father
agree
To making sure that he gave us values that would be as strong as roots of a
banyan tree,
Working selflessly all knowing that he would have to let go
and set his money making kids very soon free
Bright future of his kids is what my father always believed in
and could foresee.
What my father did for us,
I can never forget,
I've got the best father on Mother Earth,
This is what I can bet.
Israel's God is good to His own
those of a pure heart are blessed
even if their feet are almost gone
God keeps them in His safe nest
Seeing the foolish and their wickedness
filled with pride and trouble free
having more than they could wish
hating God with whom they never agree
They show such high arrogance
questioning God's knowledge so high
living as if Jehovah doesn't exist
thinking they're eternal never to die
But the Lord shows us how to understand
by going into the sanctuary of God
and discerning the arrogant's end
destruction and ruin will be their award
God's promise is always continually true
holding and guiding your right hand
to afterwards take you to glory
as in His strength you shall stand
God ends all who are unfaithful
but the faithful He'll not let go, no never
God will hold you in himself so very near
as the strength of your heart and portion forever
(Some thoughts after reading Martyn Lloyd-Jones book on psalm 73.)
Psalm 73 vs. 1-28.
Here's a tip for everyone
Once in a while have some fun
Don't let days slip right on by
Do something you want to try
Fear should never make you freeze
Every moment you should seize
Because time goes way to fast
For good times to always last
Spur of the moment is a way
To let your troubles slip away
Don't think just get up and drive
You will feel so alive
Not knowing where you will land
An adventure big and grand
Take a microphone and sing
Karaoke strong and big
When you make it really loud
You will entertain the crowd
Let your inner child shine
Release it and you will find
This foolishness will cut and sever
All the daily stress forever
There are some days we can't be
Full of fun insanity
Life and work get in the way
We can only wait to play
And be goofy like a child
Out of control and very wild
Others might look with dismay
But it won't ruin our day
We keep on with our party
Feeling joyful and so free
Like a fly without his/her buzz
even popping a guarana (caffeine) does
not shake the feeling
like brain covered with fuzz
no matter how hard I try eyelids claps
shut nor how many hours of sleep elapse
offers nary reprieve folds
welded tightly shut
feel like they weigh
much as a ton mud covered flaps,
thus thought to summon
meager energy reserves perhaps
generating poetic lines
interrupted by taking constant naps
but no matter eyelids
weigh heavy as a ton steel traps
narcolepsy not ruled out since
tired body struggles as if grasping for air,
yet such fatigued state uncommon for me,
though bothersome to grin and bear
this bout of sleepiness, where this
white knight chess sleeps
trouble free aye declare
quality deep rapid eye
movement marked noticed
since medication taken
to treat debilitating anxiety e'er
concomitant panic attacks, where psyche
got rent asunder send
ding this atheist to hell
episodes pained me
forked flaming tongues flare
ling, immobilizing, paralyzing
and stinging entire body,
hence methinks primary cerebral gear
and cog glommed
like a drain clogged with hair
nonetheless, no alarmist worry,
nor "worst case scenarios" betray
my ordinarily mellow emotional state,
thus any task I must delay
thoughts unstoppably captivated
by snoozing upon
a bed of freshly mown hay,
and then hours later
diminishing fatigue in catchy rye
ming verse aye re: lay
relishing being awake,
the mine true valued self I kin portray.
The days, they come; the days, they go.
Like rivers on and on they flow,
not always smoothly. Some will be
quite turbulent, some trouble free.
Like clouds and sunshine, rain and snow,
the days, they come; the days, they go.
While some are pleasant, others glum,
they're life--no matter how they come.
Our minds, through time, serve as the seat
of memories--some tart, some sweet.
The days, they come; the days, they go.
Hard times and blessings they bestow.
The strong and wise will realize
the sun that sets will also rise.
Soft breezes drift and rough winds blow.
The days, they come; the days, they go.
I remember the world before all the people and cars.
The animals lived in peace and harmony with the land.
I was the lifeline to places both near and far.
It was a time which you may never understand.
I led the way for early settlers to cross to the west,
Trying to give them a smooth and trouble-free ride.
There were plenty of places along the way to rest,
In little towns that sprouted up on either side.
As the years went by, the world was in a hurry,
So I was covered in gravel and stone, and then paved.
During the war, interstates were made to ease the worry,
And many others like me would never be saved.
The quaint little communities that once were thriving
Became dusty old ghost towns almost overnight.
I became riddled with weeds that would not stop growing,
And soon I was deserted; out of mind, out of sight.
My glory days returned through a short-lived t.v. show,
And people remembered where they used to get their kicks.
If a trip down memory lane is where you want to go,
Then keep me alive by taking a drive down Route 66.
There are things unseen
Many things unknown
Like unspeakable dreams
Like a mind is only prone
A living without consequence
A savory without hunger
Decided yet infrequent
Where the body leaves for the mind to linger
They who bend the truth
We who listen intently anew
Evidence without proof
Did we learn to identify what’s true?
The troubling thought for the settled mind
An unsettling mind isn’t yet trouble-free
Distinguishing between yet earns to find
The never-becoming of either you or me...
Behind a black screen I’m seen
Though I remain indefinitely unknown
I do have my troubling dreams
Like a mind... I’m only prone
Some Christmas celebrants’ wide smiles
and joy displayed around their trees
and at huge feasts that some drive miles
to share imply they’re trouble free.
In early morning hours, tears
will flow for those who won’t be there
to open presents, echo “Cheers,”
and share the day with those who care.
This flood of grief must cease before
the kids wake up and want to see
what Santa brought. When they are more
mature, they’ll learn how life can be.
They’ll realize that grief hits hard
this time of year, that loss and past
mistakes can haunt and leave them scarred,
for childhood innocence can’t last.
Date: November 20, 2018
Title: CHRISTMAS MOURNING Placed 5th (of ten)
Sponsor: P. S. AWTRY
Date: December 12, 2019
Contest Title: Writing Challenge--December 2019--I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor: Dear Heart--Wiishkobi Ode
Today is your day, don’t be afraid
A day to celebrate for you were born today
Another life has given to the most special someone
Forget about worries for you merit to be happy
Today is your day, let’s spend all night long
We’ll eat fancy cakes with happy birthday song
Smile at me for we deserve to be trouble free
Make today the best for this happens once a year
Today is your day, make it special
So make most out of this remaining hours
Dance, sing and eat while our bodies can
Till we see sunlight shines in morning calm
Today is your day, happy birthday to you!
Our voices shiver in joy in this entire room
Let’s make fun of this special day of yours
As I start to read this sweet poem of mine
-HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!