Previous Days
Written: by Miracle Man
1-8-2020
My past is a chronicle of the life I’ve spent,
and the path I once walked can’t be rearranged.
But repeat, through God, I can circumvent,
by accepting Jesus, future days, were changed
These past doings don’t affect life today,
on the straight and narrow now I’m keeping.
Once I accepted Jesus and began to pray,
I’ll not see gnashing of teeth and weeping.*
* Luke 13:28 (KJV)
28 There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and all the prophets, in the kingdom of God, and you yourselves thrust out.
we always try to find our love
in other people,
not the one you loved before,
in the things that were never there,
not those places,
we search for replacement,
a person to love us hard,
things we suppose
will let us love again,
we lose them,
because the person is not same,
and things are annoying,
you seems stranger
in between them,
they don't know you,
things and people,
the old you is still there,
hidden like a secret,
you let it,
because you are afraid,
of letting go, the ones you loved before,..
Knew a chicky by the name of Blithe
Ran so fast, she almost took flight
Going out one day
Got lost on the way
Finally came home the previous night
The South had Fallen
Horace Greeley came callin'
"Go west and grow up with the country"
Destruction and death
They packed and left
With horses wagons and sundries
Wounded and bruised
Nothing to lose
Their resolve hardened by fire
Disillusioned men
Starting over again
Peace and freedom was all they desired
Hardships faced
Sidearms embraced
Settling throughout the west
Faith as their guide
Restoring some pride
The embodiment of America's best
Rebels and Yanks
Together closed ranks
Built a new heart for a nation
"Go west young man
seek fortune and land"
Romantic remembered sensation
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Previous Poems Protruded
Two previous poems protruded from my mind
Then to many more facts I became resigned
What I had looked for often and found
Is much happiness in those all around.
Lack of love was leading cause of insanity
And it has always been known to all humanity
When it is only my poems which you prefer
This could be know to cause and create a stir.
Poems from God were granted with gratitude
On some parts of bodies have been tattooed
Like good weather which they are forecasting
My poems are appreciated and also everlasting.
With a great memory possessed by your mind
Would you my beloved friend be so kind
After killing and insanity is brought to a halt
Kindly with much pleasure, please pass the salt.
Does this remind you of one of those seagoing movies?
It was something about ten items in the Bible which I
often have a hard time mastering. Jim Horn
But you and only you alone, just you and not another soul, my darling, knows
me
Behind the pyramid walls, you kissed me many times before, before you let me go
In chains I had to go inside my cell and to cry for all the times for you and for my
fate
We lost each other through the storms to dust but I have followed you through
deserts day and night;
You see me now, you know me now - I still remain your slave
You came here to forgive my sins - To heal me from my pain
But kisses never seem to heal - if kisses dry again
The dolor is the field we come from to dolor we return
Allow me to bow and kneel, lets dally and shed tears
Above your knees I'll melt until consumed by thunderstorms
And through the clouds a bogey and an angel I will stroll
I'll never stop or rest until I'll find you once more
To see you go and disappear and come and go again
But now at this present time
Lets hug and sob in rain
For nothing else is left behind
Nothing but love and pain.
They meet on a blind date
Clothes now lie in sporadic abandonment
The things you crushed
Your lips upon
The kiss that was there
To never exist
I’ll see you in Paris
I’ll look beyond the mist
Days have passed and moved alone
And it seems you have grown into
The simple thoughts
That bring about home
I’ll see you in Berlin
I’ll see you in Rome
Sunday clouds
Wish upon Saturdays
And I suppose you could say
I rely on you, as you rely on me
I’ll see you in Germany
Burgundy, the walls, I look upon so ruggedly
My shoulders won’t fold
The warmth that I hold
Hope will not come
But I’ll be there, here and from
I’ll see you in London
I’ll see you in the mirror before me
Up and down these alleys
Don’t forget to run
I know you think you’re a loner
And you probably can’t take it much longer
I’ll see you in California
I’ll take you back to days of Macedonia