MOVING ONWARDS IN GOD’S GRACE
Trying times testing.
Faith and hope calming things down:
Overcoming waits.
Navigating victories,
God’s guidance, leading us on;
My heart flutters when you’re near,
Onward on the race of life;
No one knows if you’ll be mine.
Another year passes by,
Morning to dusk every time,
Onward on the race of life,
Umbrella of yours, hiding us from the,
Rain of time.
Seas could not match my blue, but
Arisen by you in me, your
Ruby hues,
Thank you for saying that you admired me,
Hopefully that lasted and you haven’t forgotten me;
An abyss in which I lie,
Kindle a fire, so we shall not freeze in the darkness of the
night.
I imagine a life with you, then without,
Lest, I lose you or you go on a different route,
Onward on the race of life;
Velvet you lips are, and your soul an,
Esther in my eyes.
You looked at me that day, in your eyes a feeling I could not
place;
Onward on the race of life;
Umbrella in your hand and in your other, mine.
If today feels a struggle,
Just to rise out of bed,
Only to return to it later,
Unable to control your chaotic head.
It's no good beating yourself up,
To feel more anxious and sad,
Remember we do whatever we can,
To cope when feeling mentally bad.
There's only ever twenty-four hours,
In each and every single day,
So if today feels extra hard,
Tomorrow is always a new day.
I hope one day you find,
That peace and calm you crave,
The show must always go on,
You'll get there, onwards the brave.
Remove outer sleeve and packaging
Place in large oven proof dish
Ride dolphins perpendicular to the beach
Paint weightlessness with fluorescent paint
Season to taste and add thoughts provided
Bake on medium heat for real before serving
So much I wish to do
But to myself I must always be true
Stepping above self doubt I feel
Close my eyes my nerves become steel
Just mustering up the will
So far I wish to go
So much I wish to know
First step is all it will take
A new life you could make
Meeting head on any fear
A open heart means an open ear
Daring to find your own way
In the robotic world of today
On different they frown
Put you down
Hard to step from
Bur still , so far I have come
Past the well from which I started
Kept going when all hope had parted
The fire
That fuels my desire
To reach ever hire
Burns deep
Even times I weep
Don't know
Still I go
Onwards
Fowards
Blazing my own trail
Can't fail.
Time will tell
Cometh the end of each and every
December
January so to with it as well bringeth a
new year to start a fresh once all over
again
And though the time and date and
solar winds may change
The seasons somehow however never seemingly do
The sky is still just as blue as the sun
is red grass is green as is the night
tinged in black
Just as like when spring and summer
eventually return and dawn
Denote it's time to pack away our
winter warming clothes into the
back of our closets and cupboard
draws
That unless we truly feel within and
inside our head and heart's
A certain individual kind of love
and caring does reside that warms
us dearly
Then matter's not the time or season
place or age
Tomorrow they will be no more richer or
poorer
If nothing changes and everything remains
ISSUANCES
MY DAD SAID I REFUSED TO GO...
TO JOIN THE AIR FORCE...
BUT I HAD TOO MUCH
IN MY HEAD
AS I DO TODAY
AND THE SAME ME
ONLY I CAN DEAL WITH I
SO DO I DO IT OR NOT???
SLAY THIS BEAST WITHIN
DEFEAT IT WITH CREATIVITY
WRITING CAREER SINCE 96
TATTOOED SINCE 91
DRINKING SINCE 83
HIKING SINCE 75
IN MY HEAD IT'S NEVER ENUFF
WOMEN DO NOT
EVEN GET A MENTION...
When you reminisce on me
Don’t look on our memories in sadness
But be happy for everything we shared together
And be happy, for I’ve gone on
Life hurt
But life also made me happy
Life made me smile
So I hope you remember me
And smile
And I hope you go on with life
And keep smiling
Onward, poem writers, writing as to a book,
With the words of intelligence leap before you look;
A sonnet, the royal rhyme, leads against the prose;
Forward into phrases see what words your mind goes!
Not to write about God or Allah or Jesus or Mohammed or Buddha,
Not even about mythology or the bearer of Vishnu, Garuda.
Write about simple things like love;
But do not mention The God Almighty who lives above.
Do not slam people, do not take the piss
Cause the snakes will come out and they bloody hiss.
Onward poetical writers
Be anything except fighters,
Do not write about passions
Not even about sexual emotions.
If you do you get a slap on the bum,
because remember one plus one makes an awful sum.
Led up the garden path
He went down memory lane
Gravel crushed in his mind
Wilting grass came to light
Lightening loads on heavy shoulders
Stones turned foot print’s sand
Over longing time and place
Quick became slow exposed reality
Acceptance flowed of novel beginnings
Journeys paved luscious plot recovered
Onwards men
Let us succumb
Like a lion with its pride
We shall certainly play our prey
Off we March
Into the fray
Hold your rifles to your heart
Squeeze and muzzle out your fears
Hold the line
Let's reunite
Release the gas of integrity
Let our quarry bleed in peace
Out from no-mans land to the Isle of doom
The Pen will prevail us lasting victory
Onwards men
Let us succumb
Such are swarm of locusta
We'll devour to all ends
Down we go
Cradle your Spears
Invoke the senses of your being
Crush, destroy no confessing defeat
Out beyond the missiles range through the cordoned plane
We Hum a hymn, our salvations whistle
Onwards men
Round up the troops
Sound the cymbal and it's tears
We shall taunt our ears with courage
Drop those shields
Vibrate your throats
Far and wide we'll spread these tales
Historical legends they'll bathe in our eminence
Far to the darkest dreads into the deepest trenches
We'll bare the boast and eternal throngs of peace
Onwards
A paralysis of my mind at seeing a ship on her side, nearly level with the sea.
Lights on, people still aboard, one journey they never finished. Now just historical facts that so few know.
What would the world think? I’d not want to be aboard that ship that night.
a graveyard is a home for some,
only few regularly come,
and keep their eternal devotion to that one,
others may collapse from grief and away run,
I know deep inside they fear the graveyard,
But is visiting the dead that hard?
they can't help but avoid their relatives' death bed,
they gulp the grief instead,
and that emotion is left for them to shred,
but why fear what's dead?
for them it's the only way to carry on,
their people haunt them even after they've gone,
after the dead mans' last word is said,
and their last drop of blood is bled,
and it's now clear that the dead can only stay dead,
all that's left of the life they lived, is the memory in the people left behind,
their life cannot be forgotten, but don't visit to seem kind,
but to think back to your days with them and thank and love them for all you've passed,
in you there's still part of them, as there'll always be, as will grief which will not pass fast,
Tiny bits of beauty
I seem to florish
Showered acts of piety
I am mold and polished
Experience I have enough
Gosh! How it teach me allot
Even life is that so tough
Still it didn't stop me to laugh
Here in this arid land
I learned things beyond
Things I was once never do
Here to keep up, I need too
Indeed it's been a great journey..
There are so many worries
So much so are the stories
Then again it is a part of my life history
I'm looking forward
Determined always to move onward
With one foot step affront
I am more prepared for a staunt..
By: olive_eloi
6:54pm
12/04/2013
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Our
past
can move
our present on
Inspired by Elaine George's Ekphrasis-The Scrapbook
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