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This has been done or this is to be done
This has been half-done or not to be done
He seldom minds, whether it is done
He will take you and you are done.
The acts of tomorrow, do it today
And those of afternoon, in forenoon
He never waits, to see you finish
He will take you and you are done.
Like a tiger bearing away
A sleeping deer, he snatches
Before plucking the flowers of your deeds
He will take you and you are done.
In prime age or in minor age
In old age or in young age
He never ever tarries for none
He will take you and you are done.
Whether you are weak, or you are strong
Whether you are brave, or you are timid
Whether you are idiotic, or learned
He will take you and you are done.
Every nights take you closer
The days will also do the same
Then he comes without notice
He will take you and you are done.
Nothing resist the messengers of death,
Except truth which devours untruth,
Live the life in truth and virtue
Achieve truth and fail the death.
Won first place in STRAND SPECIAL 11 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Read the scriptures all the way through
clearly teaching of God's attributes
which tell of His being good and upright
aiming to bring out in His people real fruit
God brings sinners to be taught
what He requires in the divine way
this way of righteousness and grace
filling their hearts with His light always
The Lord requires His own be meek
with His wise hand, He shall guide
showing them the correct path to take
so with assurance, they can confide
God truly loves a meek spirit
one that is reverential at heart
that's teachable willing to learn
so to show God they're ready to start
The Lord seeks those of humility
those that God knows to love Him so
united in love full of God's perfect love
showing this to all whether friend or foe
("Good and upright is the Lord: therefore will he teach sinners in the way.
The meek will he guide in judgment: and the meek will he teach his way.")
Psalm 25: 8,9 (KJV)
4/30/17
No more games of truth or dare
Getting to anywhere
Through the air
It's like I wasn't even there
Above the houses
And any mountains
Way out in
A place yet to be founded
Where it occasionally became clouded
Over the hills
Where the air is occasionally still
Near and far from any window sills
And fields being tilled
Or where oil is being drilled
Through different zones
Up and across roads
With varying amounts of stones
Whether similar or different biomes
All around the cliffs
Where it's still hit or miss
Staying the same or a change and shift
Across any planes and rifts
By the oceans
And ships in motion
Areas narrow or wide open
That do or don't have totems
By: Dalton Ogletree
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
These days, months and years.
My friend, they'll pass away.But remember one thing.
You'll live your life only for me, promise me.
May our restlessness never decrease.
May our intoxication keep on growing.
Keep me hidden in your heartbeats.
Keep your love close to your heart.
In love the entire world
Will ask millions of questions?
But remember one thing
You'll live your life only for me, promise me.
No matter how the path is, you'll walk with me
Even if the weather changes, you don't change.May our relationship never break.May the bond of our breaths never break.
Whether we get sadness or happiness
Whatever is our condition of love life.But remember one thing
You'll live your life only for me, promise me.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.We are most alive when we are in love.The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Suffering for Christ
Tears, flow for the way the world treated Jesus,
Suffering for a world that knew him not.
Then, to ponder what was within this Jesus.
This drive of the Living God flowing throughout.
That, a carpenter would build his own cross.
To carry to his own death, unknowingly
The prideful and leaders would nail the carpenter.
To the cross to complete this work as finished.
That others might receive this Spirit of the Living God, for we are the ones truly suffering without,
This promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit.
I ponder , Stephen what drove within you to tell of this Jesus that would have you stoned to death.
For, this power and glory within could not be contained. Spirit of fire set ablaze within.
While, looking up to heaven smiling at Jesus at the right hand of God, Paul, what drove you to go against everything you had been taught, to tell of this Jesus from which, once was out to crucify others talking about Jesus. You would be stoned, flogged, whip , persecuted, yet this Spirit placed within was thriving. ?Philippians 1:20-24 NIV?
[20] I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. [21] For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. [22] If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know! [23] I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; [24] but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body.
All the apostles persecuted,stoned put in jail,for the prideful and arrogant leaders wanted all praise and glory of man, that this Spirit did not spread.
Now, when I hear suffering for Christ.
It is a reminder, the body without the Spirit of the Living God is truly the one suffering.
For, we see in this world wars,hatred,greed, division from people who have rejected the Living God to purify One into A Child of the Living God, Spirit dwelling within the temple made without the hands of mankind.
When we got together
spent a lil time together
the way you kissed me
I knew our relationship
was suppose to get better
but when you told me
you took another man number
I thought... I was the one
who made ya heart melt like butter.
I thought I was all you needed
but still I ain't got
the patience for a chick
who is just that conceited
I don't know if you do but you better believe it
what I feel for you is real
I ain't got time to deceive
but still I thought... I was all you needed.
It's like you taking my kindness
for a terrible weakness
I feel like I'm running around circles
like I'm in the preakness
can't you feel can't you see
what you doing to me
I want you to pour ya heart to me
and that means more than just saying you love me
I mean I believe I want you
to show it, I ain't used to my
girl cussing me out.
What did I do to deserve this
ask you to just share ya
inner feelings with the man
you say you love
I'm giving you 80%
all I ask for is a dub.
I'm debating with my heart & my mind
my mind & my heart
last night I didn't know whether to end
the pain or make a new start,
depart or just be by my lonesome.
How could you hurt me like that
you must be that bold
maybe ya heart's that cold & here I am
debating if this battle should be fought
I thought I was all the man she needed
yeah that's what I thought.
Form:
It's ok to cry
If you feel dead inside
And you have run out of hiding places
That can lift and warm your pride
From the swings and slides
That use to be fairground rides
Way back when you where 10
And you believed in bogeymen
It's lonely on the naughty step
Without someone to tell you
Or protected you
From that what which
Lies beyond the comfort of home
And destiny and fate
The question of whether its to late
Time will tell and only know
As along we go the path and crossroad
We follow in hope
Like soap dangling from a threadbare rope
At best to cope or knot a hangman noose
To stretch around one's neck
And the vultures to peck
The bones and brittle flesh
We laid to rest
In the jailed nest
We created for ourselves
Because we somehow got lost along the way
And could not make it back
Before night fell
Welcome inside the human mind
A life sentence prison hell
On which to dwell
The photo albums of missing youth
Your words of wisdom have vanished.
Suddenly, my chest starts bleeding.
I'm not sure whether I'll be adequately handled.
Throw and forfeit with the void wind blowing.
The flesh is devoured but not healed of illness.
Like a fallen tree floating on the river, I'm swinging.
Chastity has the power to shape my weakness.
I'm weary with singing the hymn of a weakling.
I admit that I am liable for my life today.
Everyone has clay feet, regardless of their flaw.?
Recklessness will never again hold sway.
Rage is volatile, despite the voice and endow.
The landscape stayed unchanging forever.
Hummingbird entices a vine that yields pollination.
My vexation brings me even closer to wonder.
Above everything, one's own dignity is veneration.
I'm like an airplane plummeting to the ground.
The grains of sand will eventually come back.
Oh, reason, assist me in reversing backward.
The regrets are genuine, but the candor lack.
Written: JUNE 23, 2021
All Yours (July 3) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
If lines and verse are indeed
the tool's we poet's are to use
in order to dictate the thought
process of one's inner soul
Then surely love should capture
an inadvertent overture of subtleties,
tenderness and kindness
And on the other hand if one wishes
to vent one's rage the pen should
pierce deep into he page
And yet at any stage what once
at first began as love can just as
easily turn to rage
As love and rage are seldom not
poles apart
Much like tears of joy and sorrow
Just depends on feelings at a
certain point in time and how we
choose to express them then
And whether or not one was hopelessly
head over heals in love and wanted
all the world to know
Or rather suffering the painful
affliction of abroken heart and
want your significant other to pay
"Confined"
I am here, with no way out.
A place that’s hidden, without a doubt.
No hope for rescue, and no chance for escape.
Will this be my final resting place?
No way to tell whether its night or day.
Darkness and silence are all that stay.
What goes through my mind is all I have,
Left with the memories of a dead mom and dad.
Worse than the loneliness of my dark quiet cell,
Are the memories of the loneliness I remember too well,
And the childhood I spent with no love and no home.
This cell soon becomes the escape from my passed,
And now this vacant cell seems bright, and vast.