A heart's silent scream,
Yearning for the ghost of hope,
Each dawn brings despair.
Shadows weave around,
Promises of what could be,
Yet they fade like mist.
Ripples on still lakes,
Memories whisper my name,
But never reply.
Time's cruel embrace tight,
Days stretch, heavy with loss,
Each breath weighs a ton.
Wish for stars to fall,
To grant wishes left unmade,
But they just burn bright.
Hope's ember flickers,
In the ashes of desire,
Fates twisted and cruel.
Your beauty I am astounded as if sun rise sky
A soft voice, tender smile filled enticing enthusiast
Behind it, I can feel vibes of a good soul
My words twisted like two entangled breathless
I speak them many times, over and over
How this suppose play out in real world
Romanticism between souls as heart's fall
I see you, my breath gasp deeply inside
Your scent I long smell of essence upon me
A touch of your heart, to feel its passion
The beat of life's infatuation you move me
Beyond the depths stir aroused curiosity
Of life's wondrous beauty my eyes find love
Before me, a piece of heaven made with love
My desire for need I want I feel
To be near you, curled in warmth sensation
A gioconda masterpiece for all the world
Framed in exquisite quality to human nature
True beauty of love, capturing hearts for eternal
You and I, bare to life's existence for being
I lay at your feet -
I cry mercy Lord, mercy;
and you hold me fast.
For in Christ I die,
and yet, it comes as it may,
that in Christ I live.
I smell this portion -
of oil anointing my hands.
Oh praise be to God!
Collection of Haikus starting Holy Week
03.25.2024
In all of life's challenges aplenty
there is one source of conviction
a deep-filled knowledge of God
to hold you together is no fiction
Be aware of satan's devilish lies
stand firm with God's holy book
holding fast to your Lord alone
know His peace and presence is no fluke
Never listen to the worldly voices
that try to tempt you away
you know that is a false way
for believing in Jesus is your stay
T.L.I.M.P. is your sure release
keep it in mind never to forget
the Lord is my portion always
truthfully always for you is met
This Lord is faithful and true
showing His great love on Calvary's tree
taking all our sins upon Himself
being our substitute setting us free
I
In your hour of need, you hurt when those whom you have helped, now go deathly still
II
Remember the psalms: "God is my portion;" and if God is not, you are on death row getting news, you just inherited 3 million dollars.
What a blessed privilege to know
that I have a portion which is the Lord
the best part I could ever truly have
for He gives me His mighty strong sword
This sword is His mighty inerrant word
my life is secure when I keep it
Lord, with my whole heart, seek thy favour
keep your promise to me so I don't quit
My mind thinks often of your testimonies
for my ways need be as your way
immediately hearing from you I obey
knowing your blessing comes without delay
The wicked seek to draw me in
help me never to forget your law
rise early to bring praise to you
for your righteousness will so draw
My companions are filled with godly fear
in your word, they dwell day and night
look out and see God's perfect love
be taught in holy writ for it's divinely right
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the eighth poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
Where do you keep your love portion?
In your hands, feet, head, eyes?
Can I get it from your laughter, smiles?
Are they in your wallet, back or feet?
Do you hide them in your tears, anger?
As for me my love portion
The happiness I give away to the world
In my dimples they rest in eagerly
Waiting to fly away to you
and
wherefore
art thou
my love
oh
what
candlelight
dose
flickers
at
night
my love
thus
it
shall
be
that
orange light
that
dwelleth
inside of the rose
my love
then
give me my portion
Just had a thought, they don't come too often
It came with a warning, exert some caution
Can cause great strife
If not treated right
Like stroking someone's portion until exhaustion
Portion
Sweet Apple Pie
A very large helping
Turkey and dressing with cranberries
Ample
Blessings
Each day of the year ~ generous
Thy spirit floods my soul
My cup overflows
Quantum
Psalms 119: 57, Philippines 4: 11-12
I just want to thank the prince of darkness
For what he’s given me
Selfish dreams and ambitions
A twisted sense of being free
Thank you Satan
For all the times I partied hard
For all the times I got drunk and high
But when I got arrested, were you on standby?
Thank you Satan
You taught me to get wild in college and do what the frat brothers and sorority sisters said
Thank you for all those mornings, I woke up in a stranger’s bed
Thank you so much Satan
For all the fun and the sex
You told me “use a condom”
You told it didn’t matter who my partners were
I was ill prepared for what happened next
Satan I appreciate the way you made me a single mom
My daughter is precious
But the sad part is, I don’t whether my baby’s dad is Tony, Justin, or Tom
Wait a minute, hold up! Why the hell am I showing you appreciation? You told me lies and the only thing you really did for Satan was get me to the point that I was tired of feeling empty inside and living for temporary pleasure and permanent pain
So now, I live for Jesus, the one who healed the pain, forgave me for falling into your traps, and because of that I’m now born again.
We all make mistakes~
Oooops,
I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
Were the words, I heard said.
My Fault,
my BADDD,
awwwwww man.
I can't promise, it won't happen again!!!!!!
Family, Loves, and Friends
don't sway or betray,
Please forgive me,
when my humanity gets in the way!!!!!!!
Darkness,
Take your portion, but
Give me
Night
Trying to find something to think about...
sporting yellow shorts, & an old blue and white Jersey...
on my way to get socks to play soccer today...
...My legs are dry... I can't afford the skin scrubby
I need but I can afford new cleats and socks
giggling, trying not to giggle cause I shouldn't be giggling...
...Smiling, life is harder than I ever thought it could be...
...broke...my sponsor didn't show up, many things actually...
that could justify self-pity for a short time.....its tough when
trying means nothing will get better for a long time....its hard
praying when nothing will get better for a long time...
I know you love me God, but I grow suspicious
...wondering if my God wants to kill me sometimes...
It's that hard....I pray to you not to throw me a bone then...
throw me a portion of the bone... still nothing yet... So,
I'm going to play soccer and wait on Him...
the wind
and
the wheat
so
full of grace
to
receive sustenance
from Him
then
he
is my portion
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