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What's with this nudging
This perpetual nudging
Coming from deep within
Urging me to write a poem
A poem of feelings
Rhythm and imagery-
And believe me
I'm happy, willing and able
Grasping for words, perhaps
Phrases with iambic pentameter
But I'm so spaced out
There's nothing there.
Wholly concerned
I swivel my eyes
Back to front, dramatically
Looking within my
Spaced out mind-
Scrutinizing eyes
Probing the many folds
Of gray matter and
Arteries with scarlet
Oxygenated blood
The veins deep purple
Flushed delicate pink
It's quite extraordinary really
This internal intangible world
There's no particular block
Of sorts, no glitches
In the brain wiring
No dead words, no requiem
In progress
I should be able to
Write captivating stanzas
With colorful, heartfelt words
But there's nothing stirring
No angst residing in me
Nothing bothersome
Nothing boiling and bubbling
Nothing provoking me externally.
So what's with this nudging
This perpetual nudging
To sit down and write a poem
Could this one be the one
Nudging?
© 2015 Denise Morgan?
You’re always there
hovering in the background
waiting for the invitation
to accompany me on this journey,
I can feel your presence
but as always when things go well,
You were just an afterthought
a rambled prayer just before bedtime,
You stayed in the background
not moaning, not sulking,
just waiting, waiting on the words
“Help me!”
And when things go wrong
when I lose control
when I’m not able to carry on
with one word, You’re there
to pick me up, to help me on this voyage,
not holding a grudge
not saying
I told you so,
always forgiving…
Without You, I am nothing,
without You, I have no direction,
without You, I don’t know my own strength…
But with you everything that seems impossible
is made possible
every obstacle that seems big
becomes minuscule,
that’s how awesome You are
that’s how forgiving You are
always there, always willing and able
to respond to my plight,
Lord, help me never to forget
my reason for being alive…
John and Peter having set the table came down to get the rest
More than willing and able in wanting the room to look it's best
And as they all walked in the door Jesus seated at the tables head
Peter becoming a little sore the next seat Jesus gave to John instead
But when Judas was then next seated Peter really lost his inner cool
Feeling completely betrayed and defeated he began acting the fool
He went and took the very last seat 'look at me, way down here'
What Peter thought was defeat would later become much more clear
But in so choosing to sit there he should wash all the feet of the guest
Yet Peter didn't want to care once again the rock wasn't at his best
So now Jesus took that role as He began washing there feet one by one
He was here to save their wretched soul, the Redeemer, God's only Son
But Peter could not allow this,... "If I wash you not thou has no part with Me"
And this point Peter didn't miss saying not only my feet but hands and head be
Peter was always just a little behind and In talking to Jesus who wouldn't be
But the sorrow Peter would find in denying the Lord that night times three
SHENIKA SIMS
rushing away in the spirit of you has helped me grow
into a woman of power and passion wich draws souls
to me like a hummingbird to whatever flower chosen
nowadays i enjoy feeling free with contentment collisons
for breakfast similar to slowtake in constance that reverts
me to a rebellion that is helpful to My Self like True Soup
MALAKI MEZCLAR
adjoining river vibe, soothe me
conjoining vapor rhythm, move me
loving the fusion takes me to places
and as a result i am easy to deal with
expresser, i am your smiling diary source
hug me if you need that release to vent
know that i know that you know known in notice....
MARTY KING
a lighter depth ago, i met myself
i was lingering on a dusty shelf
i thought i was neck deep in an invincible wealth
in reality, i was confined to a distasteful disgrace
it was then that i discovered the foundation of solace in prayer
God's Ears Cried The Tears That Were Long Hidden In The Endoskeleton of My Fears
the Red Phoenix hovered over me with a Reassuring Smile
Healed, Willing and Able, I Resume Walking The Renovated Mile....
Twas the night before Christmas, Santa in panic.
Each year Christmas Eve became more and more manic.
The world’s population was growing and growing
And, with climate change, it never stopped snowing
The old sleigh had certainly seen better days.
It barely could cope with how much Santa weighed.
And Santa himself was well past retirement;
The reindeer no longer up to requirement.
Poor Rudolph, whose nose used to shine brightly red,
Had strapped on an LED head torch instead.
The rest of the team, once willing and able,
Had hardly the strength to exit their stable.
So Santa, whose nature was not to be cruel,
Decided to change to alternative fuel.
Battery powered from nation to nation,
He was flying from charging station to station.
So, though Santa tried as hard as he could,
He was a bit late, even if you’d been good.
And, for children who lived a long way away,
They had to be patient until Boxing Day.
I have this friend…an older woman…
whose joy, kindness and generosity never fail to impress.
A friend who is always ready, willing and able to share her secret of happiness.
“I have been touched my many angels in my life.” She says.
“Angels…every day.
Friends and family who I know…as well as strangers I’ve met along the way.”
“Angels who enter my life and somehow understand
when I need a smile…a hug…or when I need a helping hand.”
“Angels who know when to share my happiness…
when to be there when I’m sad.
Angels who know when I need someone to listen…or how to cool me when I’m mad.”
“I have been touched my angels every day of every year
and though I do not go looking for them…somehow…they appear.”
“Yes, I have been touched by many angels.” She smiles.
“Who have helped to see me through…
and I like to think every now and then…I’ve been an angel too.”
“I suppose that is my secret.” She smiles.
“Knowing, when touched by an angel,
it is me who does the clutching…
And knowing, when other people need an angel…
It’s me who does the touching.”
“The Purple Reign”
by: Eric L. Boddie
“I Want to Be Your Lover” is so “Insatiable” to some
But I “Adore” you because the “Holy River” is where I’m from
And “I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man,” that’s “Scandalous” to think
But I answered “The Question of U” is “Strange but True,” so don’t blink
Maybe it’s this “Erotic City,” or, perhaps, it’s because she looks so good in that “Raspberry Beret”
But I want to be “Somebody’s Somebody,” but she must be the “Marrying Kind” I say
So “Lady Cab Driver” in the “Little Red Corvette”
“Let’s Pretend We’re Married” with some “Dance, Music, Sex, Romance,” and I expect
To be the “International Lover” for every “Irresistible *****”
Because I Love every woman from “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” to “Billy Jack *****”
Let me leave you “Satisfied” in puddles of “Black Sweat”
But I “No” all that I want so “Damn U” before I forget
That “Nothing Compares 2 U” plus I Love when you “Call My Name”
“U Got That Look” that lures all the “Girls and Boys” just the same
This “Cinnamon Girl” named “Anna Stesia” is the only one I want to call baby
Even if it took “A Million Days,” I would tell her “Let’s Go Crazy”
Maybe I got one of those “Colonized Minds” that will never let me say “Eye Hate U”
But “One of Us” must understand that “The Love We Make” is true
So if I gave you “Diamonds and Pearls” or took you “Around the World in a Day”
Would you “Do Me Baby” or let “Bob George” get in the way
Even back in “1999,” I was somewhat addicted to the “Pop Life”
Because of a “Condition of the Heart” that made me want a “Friend, Lover, Sister, Mother, Wife”
But there is “Joy in Repetition” every time we try a “New Position”
And “Baby I’m a Star” so my “Darling Nikki,” you should know my intentions
But the “Rainbow Children” provide the best “Sign ‘O’ the Times”
I want you “Forever in My Life” because we like to “Play in the Sunshine”
Because “When 2 R in Love,” there must be a sincere sense of “Trust”
And when it’s not so “So Dark,” it looks like “Purple Rain” to us
And that’s “When Doves Cry,” in light of our “Private Joy”
Without “Controversy,” it’s the “Love Sign” I employ
So “Gett Off” of that hate train, and let “Positivity” spark
And if you’re “Willing and Able,” that’s what is done at “Paisley Park”
RIP Brother Prince Rogers Nelson…..God Wants you In His Choir…..
You shall say to the master of the house (Luke 22:11 NKJV)
So you may eat and drink at my table (Luke 22:30)
Covenant is His blood, poured out for us. (Luke 22:20)
I love you, I am willing and able.
I hold these blessings of Joy as I should,
I take thine body and blood, it blesses.
I will taste and see that the Lord is good, (Psalm 34:8).
I do this in remembrance of Jesus. (Luke 22:19)
Overwhelming presence, His Holy light,
It shines on my heart, for I glow outward.
You redeemed by your great strength and your might, (Nehemiah 1:10)
Who have tasted the goodness of the Word? (Hebrews 6:5)
Exalt thine glory and truth, I can see,
Love chooses to be emptied into me.
(A Sonnet to the Lord, of ScottM 11/25/2024 praise tapdig com)
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Where there's a broken heart over a breakup
I am always standing by
With the convenient shoulder to lean on
On which a girl can comfortably cry
If there's ever any problem
I am quickly on the scene
Where all the ladies like to call me
Mr. In-Between
I've grown accustomed to this name given
Not bothered all that much
I'm always ready for the rebound
With my bag of tenderness and love
Filling a much needed position
In today's society
Someone here to sooth and give a listen
Mr. In-Between
Not concerned with being the first choice
Sometimes not even the second or third
Though I often have the last voice
When Mr. Prefect turns out to be a jerk
I'm always willing and able
Just waiting in the wing
Ready to give it all that I've got
Mr. In-Between
They called the "Buff Boy" to clear my table.
He winked, said I'm ready, willing, and able!
I was eating kumquats after a couple squats,
And ran screaming back home to my wife Mable!
The following week, I was doing some curls,
On the Thigh Master, was some pretty girls.
Their nostrils flaring, cuz they caught me staring,
I must have looked like a swine casting pearls.
After that, those long walks to the gym were over!
Get a new hobby, Mable said, ambition drove her.
Wasn't no conductor, so became an instructor,
Now, I own that damn gym, walking in tall clover!