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Complaining with bitterness
My heart mourns over selfishness-caused angst
Grieving because of pride-bruised infirmity…
Oh, God… correct me, I beg
As I submit to You, humbly broken
Thanking You for chastening me with Your love
For my virtuous transformation…
…never impossible through faith’s strength!
Immersing in failure’s frustration
My soul wallows in futile blame-game
Afflicted with vanity ailment…
Oh, God… Your mercy* I beseech
While I yearn for Your corrective act
Praising You for awakening me by Your grace
Toward triumphant servanthood…
…marked with joyous obedience!
*Psalm 30:10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
June 28, 2019
“Going To Walmart to Find Jesus”
Living in the fast lane is getting me down,
I worry about money, and am near a mental breakdown.
Debts are mounting and we’re heading for war,
I don’t trust the newspapers and the government anymore.
But I know God almighty is up there and he sees us,
I’m going to Walmart to find Jesus!
Am parking my car in the crowded lot,
Other Walmarters are coming out with what they bought.
Carrying bags and boxes filled with salvation and joy,
After standing in endless lines designed to annoy.
But I know God almighty is up there and he sees us,
I’m going to Walmart to find Jesus!
Am following this lady with tight skirt and no bra,
Surely with a build so robust and firm she hasn’t a flaw.
But her basket is filled with bitterness and hate,
It is this way, from city to city, and state to state.
But I know God almighty is up there and he sees us,
I’m going to Walmart to find Jesus!
Am watching this dude with tattooes test-tasting the grapes,
I wonder from how many prisons he planned his escapes.
Now I realize he is like all the rest of us, Americans out to survive,
Struggling everyday from sunrise to sunset to stay alive.
But I know God almighty is up there and he sees us,
I’m going to Walmart to find Jesus!
Now I’m scanning my entire life with visa credit card in hand,
First come the frozen things, then all the fools I can’t stand.
Ringing up the total for all that my existence depends on,
Now I ‘m paying the balance for another golden dawn.
But I know God almighty is up there and he sees us,
I’m going to Walmart to find Jesus!
As spoken by the Voice of Wisdom
O House of Israel,
Heed the sound of the wind that carries ancient truth across the sands of time.
Once you wandered through deserts and kingdoms,
Once you suffered at the hands of empires and tyrants,
And the world wept for you—
So great was your sorrow that even your enemies offered you a home among strangers.
In the year of man, 1948,
Your banner rose among nations, a fig tree reborn.
You were embraced not with steel,
But with sympathy,
Not with fire,
But with the open palms of those who knew grief.
Palestine did not draw sword at your arrival—
The people opened their gates.
Arab hearts, once warm, extended olive branches,
Their tongues tasting of hospitality, not hatred.
The children of Ishmael made room for the children of Jacob.
But tell me, O Israel,
Where has your wisdom gone?
Have you not read the Psalms of David?
Did Moses not teach you the weight of the stranger’s tears?
You were welcomed, yet you conquered.
You were protected, yet you occupied.
You turned the promise of sanctuary
Into an empire of watchtowers and blockades.
Your defense turned into offense,
Your wall of safety became a prison for others.
The same anguish you once endured,
You have now inflicted.
And now behold—
The desert echoes with bitterness,
The blood of children calls from the soil of Gaza,
And the ancient prophets tremble in their graves.
The nations, once silent, begin to whisper.
The Middle East, 473 million strong,
Watches and waits, wounded and awakened.
Will seven million stand against the tide of centuries?
The covenant you had with justice—
You have traded for iron domes.
But remember, O Israel:
Peace was your greatest weapon,
Wisdom your strongest shield.
But you drew the sword, and now the sword returns.
Do not say you were not warned.
For as the African proverb says,
"The hyena called the ants, and the ants beat him to death."
O land of Abraham,
You still have time to choose the path of peace.
Not all gates are yet closed.
The Lion and the Lamb may still lie together.
But know this—if pride be your compass,
Then desolation shall be your inheritance.
The future does not belong to those who conquer,
But to those who reconcile.
Let wisdom return to Jerusalem,
Lest Jerusalem fall again.
* Many years now since this very talented, very HUMAN guy left us … those holes never fill, and he is sorely missed. (This is a form I invented called “Tredicum Plus”. *
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my brother ...
you caught me off guard -
of all those who struggle like we do
in darkness, with the
hideous demons that lurk
I was sure the victory was yours -
that the knight was astride
his steed, steadied -
armor shining bright in the sun
sword and shield, sharp and enduring ...
but alas, it seems the
devil wants the final
fiendish word …
long did I look to you
for strength ...
a flicker of light to guide
me through the murk -
the fog of pain and error and
fallibility that so often
gathers for those of us who
feel too deeply -
who see sensitivity as
more of a curse than a gift …
you understood that path quite well -
walked it many times
as I have …
you knew the beasts
that scratch at our ankles -
those shadowy minions that seek
to rake us into hell with every
step we take in redemption's course
but your light shined so bright!
you held it high and
proud for so long that I took
it for granted - depended on it …
and now that light is snuffed
the black is all the
more oppressive - all the
more glaringly heavy and deep ...
… and empty …
now the path
is twisted, obscured ...
and without the welcome of
your glowing spirit
it will henceforth be cluttered with
ambiguity and question -
each further step, taken in
hesitation and doubt …
tragedy, pain, sorrow, regret
their names matter not -
they wreak the same horrid havoc
and those ragged, merciless monsters
have claimed you …
aye, the sun will rise a wee bit
colder on the morrow, and life’s flavor
is now tinged with bitterness …
still, you left behind a torch of humble exuberance and vitality
and those of us who know the
treacherous paths of life -
those darkened 'parts unknown' -
will hold it high in your memory
and give the devil all he can handle ...
of your mischievous smile
your twinkling eye
and your fierce, fiery heart …
Rest In Peace, Tony.
Earn the love and keep it,
turn each impossible thought
into a believable fact;
earn it and be worthy of it.
Paint love in bright colors,
accept the joys it gives,
don't reject its boring times:
follow in the footsteps of lovers.
Earn the love and keep it,
strengthen it
with togetherness
and push it
in the right direction;
in wanting it,
you reinforce devotion.
Keeping it puts you into high gear,
avoiding it is a cause built on a lie;
and whichever side you turn to,
you dig deeper the hole left inside of you,
with bitterness, you'll say,
" I was the generous giver with the biggest heart,
now, I am the lonely one in search of myself.
Earn the love and keep it,
in bringing it upright
there's merit beyond thought;
now, I am the repentant
one who'll pay the high cost,
the lost one without worth.
Our tongues are instruments of power
it has a mind of it's own
just like our hearts
the words from our tongues
can make us or break us too
before the sight of the Lord Jesus Christ
even though we believe no one is listening to us
we always have one invisible witness
available in every conversation
Our tongues can be saturated
with encouraging words of love
prayer and psalms of thanksgiving
like a bright flower in a garden
which glorifies our God
but at the same time
it maybe saturated
with bitterness, profanity, backbite
slander, criticism, gossip, lies and insults
where it become less like a flower
but more like a sword
which glorifies the Devil
flowers and swords cannot
be forced to share a room together
Our tongues should be saturated
with more things like flowers
and less things like swords
Heart of Gold
A heart of gold
Will melt in the fervent heat
Of scorn…in the fires
Of pride, where greed is born.
A heart of lead
Will be Heavy with poison,
With bitterness and regret.
Weighing you down in the dark, to drown
In its depths.
A heart of stone
Feels no more pain...no hurt,no loss
Nor happiness again. Numb to sorrow but also to peace, imprisoned In stone with no release.
A heart of clay
Grows stronger
In the oven of Love
But shatters when Hit
with one careless shove.
A heart of flesh and blood
Will beat on and on when filled
With the unconditional love of God.
Letting go of past hurt, forgiving and meek,
Healing our hearts 'til Death's final defeat.
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Form:
Joy mixed with bitterness
Hope laced with scoops of mud
This journey unseen
On the way to the holy matrimony
Love is blind
So they said without holding back
Till reality set itself to their face.
"Iwalewa", golden a watchword in our clan.
Imprison it. It will free it itself.
Get along and the signs are mere.
He's a cheat, woman beater, lazy and what you can see. . .
Oh let me breathe!
Shut it up.
My ears ache.
You've made your lashes and acquiescence
Enslaved your equitable rights
You need not cry
Fighting is never the best
With faith hold to fate.
You like to quit? Do!
Pick up your pieces and refresh.
It's a green start. But not your stars too thank too early.
Something different or similar to come.
All pretend to get results
And thereafter let loose of self.
Die not in depression
Die not in the hand of a demon
You have the right to Life
Please live it to the fullest - and not as the foolest.
©? olorunleke Olorode.
Poem placed first in the contest Pick-A-Title, Vol 54 by Edward Ibeh.
Contest judged on September 5th, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Like Pooh and Piglet tracing tracks in snow
thinking they were following Woozle.
You chase your own footsteps, mistaking them for mine,
Running in circles on a phantom pursuit,
Like setting a snare for shadows in the night.
Now my twenty years are crowned with success and recognition,
After years of losing promotion to the unworthy,
Not for lack of effort or devotion to my work,
But because your tongue spread slanders to pull me down.
You crave all ears to believe you more deserving of my glory,
Yet each backbite only deepens the grave of your favours.
Your slanders strengthen the faith that God has in me—
The more you speak ill, the clearer I prove you false.
You tried to burn the ladder of my success, not knowing I rose by elevator.
You were drunk with bitterness as I embraced triumph,
And swept away when my planted seed blossomed.
Now I stand a beast, a giant, a titan—beyond the reach of your withered hands.
You sail a sinking ship without a lifeboat,
Your chase spins you round till you stagger and fall.
Biting the air, you only wound yourself—
A dog chasing tail, never finding the prize.
The Promised Land
poem
Lionel Derbyshire
In the dark I glance a silhouette I see..
A formation in arrangement from neck to toe I see.
A face creation in mask I cannot makeout constructed with neck and toe.
Like a whispering it politely comes to fetching me.
A silhouette so devine I fully see.
In neck and toe and stretched out arms.
It is white and lights up the dark.
Moving close to me..
Floating on neck and toe.
The angel arch bending over me
Starts to pamper me.
I am divine goods to be returned to my heaven's master.
In a precious life I have lived...
There was no pre-arrangement deal and
No longevity guaranteed.
A silhouette whispers me ..
God is calling thee.
Woe I verve with bitterness and trouble I foresee.
I see a angel's gleaming face in radiant animation.
Coming from a land in all it's enduring eternity ..
It rapture's with elation.
It is Elysium.
Without protest and to glee I see the guarantee ..
My act on earth is done.
Aboard I obtain a place
Just before breakfast I go
And see..
The Promised Land.
It was then in awe
I saw GOD
And wordless
Understood all my fears
In the presence of
LORD JESUS CHRIST
my saviour ...
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