Long Worries Poems
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Got a nasty rash ?
To the laptop dash
Turn it on and see
What that nasty rash could be !
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Could that boil be cancer?
Best not use the lancer,
Got to check it out,
See what it’s all about.
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit.
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Having trouble on the throne ?
It could be a kidney stone,
Too much calcium I’m sure
Or could it be something more ?
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Ringing in your ear ?
Well help is very near
In WEBmd we trust
It could be tinnitus.
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Do the symptoms fit?
Will I get over it ?
How long have I got ?
Don’t get tied up in a knot
Just Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Check the specification
Of every medication
Just log on and connect
To see every side effect
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Heartburn or indigestion ?
That’s the kind of question
You need the answers quick
So just key it in and click
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Is it just a chat room rumour
Could this really be a tumour ?
Don’t end up getting stressed
Just put your browser to the test
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
So when you’ve made your diagnosis
And determined your prognosis,
Don’t let your worries breed,
Let the fear and stress recede.
Oh google it, google it,
Find a lovely place to sit,
Enjoy the sun and have a drink
And pull yourself back from the brink !
Summertime with grandma and schools out
Greyhound bus riders we are on the way down south
Me and my sisters
Getting away from the city
Early mornings with grandpa
He has us garden picking
Used to be grossed out
Hearing all those hissing sounds
City girl never worried about that on the cemented ground
Summertime in the kitchen
Snapping peas and beans
Shucking corn mason jars stored
This was when food was clean
Sunday was family day
We were always stuck with the dishes
Grandma and our big family
The truly love was our riches
My cousin and I always walking the tracks
To JJJs store just to get snacks
Mt Pleasant center we would skip
We thought we were grown
I can hear my aunt voice saying take your fast tails home
Memories of my childhood
I know some can relate
No worries about the world more love and less hate
In the stillness of the night
A whispering breeze takes flight
Softly rustling through the leaves
A gentle melody it weaves
The stars above shine bright and clear
Like diamonds in the atmosphere
A peaceful calm fills the air
As though time has ceased to care
The world outside is hushed and still
A silence so serene and chill
The only sound that can be heard
Is the song of a nocturnal bird
In this moment, all worries cease
And all is wrapped in perfect peace
A fleeting moment, so sublime
A gift of nature, divine.
In the stillness of the night,
I hear the whispers of the stars,
As they twinkle in the darkness,
Guiding me through life's scars.
The moon's glow illuminates my path,
And the breeze carries me along,
As I walk through fields of wonder,
Singing a silent song.
The world is full of beauty,
In every sight and sound,
And I am grateful for this moment,
Where peace and love abound.
So let us cherish every moment,
Embrace the joy and pain,
For life is but a fleeting gift,
A precious and unique refrain.
Love falls soft, like a smile
Lighting the heart, kindling the soul
Whispers of hope inspiring the mind
To listen to the voice of God and rejoice
Love pours out onto the weary heart
Warming the frosty faith with praise
Reaching toward the One who guides us
Finding a way to listen to Him and pray
Love sings joy, compassion and promise
Reflections of serenity, soothing, still
Denying worries and fears that haunt
Refusing to listen to the devil’s cruel wish
Love shines on the wonders of His blessings
Revealing in the shadows, sincerity, warmth
Celebrating the kindness that lives in hearts
Who know that God will always conveys hope
Love flickers and shimmers in the stardust
Breathing benevolence into the spirit
Humming out a tune of grace and pleasure
Within the one who knows His presence
Love is alive, a fire on the inside, where God resides
To bring the heart to life with a glow, a spiritual light!
In a cool silent evening-
Not the keyboard could hiss,
Let alone the fingers could condemn,
The silly quest eyes posed, such gut...
At her loving heart long awaiting one.
Though not for fun to be tossed
Around with pleasure in pure guise...
Or of pain in glaring truth that beats
Her expectation from her hearty take,
To be switched with available option.
So loyal with every impossibility,
For her worries to be kept away, far...
So far to interrupt the flow of a new move,
Accustomed with nice gestures...
Over the years, without much treats.
How simplicity at its best abandoning
Past's reigning regrets, heart yet to dismiss,
Found a way to find peace worth a gem,
But feel calm to free the first soothing rut¡
And tagged it a moment of fair fun¿
With pleasing concern off what it may cost,
Long awaiting heart after many goodbyes...
Suffered in the hands of time wasting cheats,
To the hope of believing its true stake,
That never seems to be won over adoption.
Truly for everything, there is possibility,
For change and grace, with many a scar
To be treated and healed like a groove:
Daily life's quests, willing adventures...
Counted to be on the list of funful feats.
Her stroll was never to become strong,
With defeating tryouts while so young
To be seen a serious workout for fitness
At morning as well as evening eyewitness,
Before taking up an endless walk lifelong...
The blog,
I sweep away poets
As if I were a blackened abyss amongst the fog
Do not summon my presence
For I am the your blog
I am here for your life
I am worse than smog
I am your neighbors blog
Days go by
I log in, I post, I log out
I sit in a blissful fog
These blog entrees have taken you all captive
Have you worked your days only to awaken active
Children play games
Adults know no difference
Yet they become stranded to this nuisance
Salvage what you may
For the home crowd brews an everlasting chant
Easy, breath deeply, do not pant
A single gasp, twin winds, blown past your sin
I forgive you, for there is nothing left to amend
You’re going to love me when it ends
What more could I do with this pen
Look for me today and you shall find me no more
The eagerness that’s lain behind what you have become to adore
I will allow you to make peace with it
Now I will take you from ease, do you miss it
Go ahead pull up your sleeves
Rest next to your beloved eve
Forgive me, for I have made comfort with what you believe
But no worries It is now my time to leave
I am here for your life
I am worse than smog
I am your neighbor’s blog
Days go by
I log in, I post, I log out
I sit in a blissful fog
Form:
There's this guy, he's tall, wears glasses, brunette, thin,
He's so sweet, always nice and respectful.
The way he crinkles his nose and looks down with a smile,
She could just watch him for a little while.
He blushes ever so slightly when he speaks to her,
As if he's nervous or maybe a little giddy.
She tries to keep her cool, act like she's not phased,
But inside her heart is racing, she's dazed.
His laughter is a symphony, a song in her ears,
Washing away all of her worries and fears.
She loves the way his glasses slide down his nose,
And the way his polite, respectful demeanor shows.
And when he talks, she feels like the only person in the room,
The rest of the world fades into a hazy blur.
She gets lost in his eyes, a beautiful sight,
And the way his gentle, innocent smile shines so bright.
When he finishes, she feels a little weak,
Just savoring the gentle, respectful way he speaks.
Time with the Lord is precious
every second does count
he is there for us always
and not just when our troubles or worries start to mount
the Lord is there for us
with a listening to share
the Lord is with us with his loving care
time with the Lord is precious
every single day
it only takes a few moments to listen to what
he is trying to say
the Lord always listens no matter what your going through
you just need to take the time to open up your
heart and let him minisiter to you.
Psalm 116 I love the lord because he hears my voice
and prayers for mercy
because he bends down to listen
I will pray as Long as I have breath. Amen and Amen.
Revelation 1 :3 God blesses the one who reads the words of this prohercy to the church
and he blesses all who listen to its message and obey what it says, for the time is near.
Amen.
He would enter the corral in the thick fog of mist,
up long before daylight would christen the air
The skies would be coral, and the sun glazed the crest
Dust clung to the heels of his old leather boots,
and gathered in shrouds around the hoofs of the mare.
Billowing were clouds, and a whirlwind of grief
that followed the storms of long hours awake
Endless were nights without the refuge of sleep
while he waited for sun to arrive and relieve
Caressing the flank of her sleek narrow, frame,
his favorite mare, Queenie, was the color of dawn
He would gather her reins, for a moment of calm
then, bury his face in her rusty brown mane
He'd watch as the light slipped over the hills,
smoothing the shadows, that haunted his world
Without ever knowing the worries we found
as we saw those same shadows, splay rapidly down,
drowning his eyes, with dark circles and frowns
Grief and the love of his horses, would ride,
together, off center....wherever, to hide,
and soften the hours, that waited for night
For the house was a shell, and the bedroom, upstairs,
became the forbidden, without her to share
The nights, ever long, were just waiting to tear
open the wounds that couldn't be shared
Up at the sunrise, and out until starlight
Where shadows grew stronger, and nights even longer
Burning the daylight, until light was in ashes,
then thrashing the midnight, with the darkness of mourning,
wading through dust-clouds, to see morning's light
Waiting for something to make it alright
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4/28/15
Dedicated to my Dad
One of the beauties of kindness is, once a kindness has been performed
there’s a good chance the person giving and the person receiving that kindness…
will…in some way…be transformed:
A new girl entered her classroom…
and the students, even though they had been informed,
could not stop their staring…as her features were deformed.
Teacher smiled, gave her a big hug…and said,
“Welcome, let me show you to your seat!”
“Class!” She announced, “this beautiful girl…I’d like you all to meet.”
“Her name is Sally.” Teacher said then she led her down the aisle.
As Sally walked she was glad to see so many of her classmates smile.
And as each classmate smiled at her…even those sitting in the back
Sally could not help herself…she cheerfully smiled back.
At the end of the day Sally approached the teacher
“ I want to thank you.” she said, “I want to thank you a lot…”
“For making me feel beautiful…even though you know I’m not.”
“I saw how beautiful you were the moment you entered my room.” Teacher said.
“Oh, don’t look so surprised!”
“I knew that you were beautiful when I looked into your eyes.”
“None of us are perfect.”…teacher smiled, “So don’t ever let yourself be misled
because we don’t have to be perfect…to be beautiful.” she said.
That simple act of kindness has taken Sally far…
as each morning she begins her day by telling her students…just how beautiful they are.
For she understands her students come to her
with their own struggles…their own worries…their own strife
and how sometimes one simple act of kindness…
can change a person’s life.