God loved me through my anger
from me He never waned
In spite of my bad behavior
His mercy towards me never changed
God loved me through my anger
He's saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
God loved me through my anger
He forgave my sins
He overlooked my malfeasance
and embraced me once again
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
In the midst of my anger,
God saw my potential
He prayed I'd be restored
hopeful and essential
anger is the opposite of righteousness
anger is emotional callousness
God loved me through my anger
He's saw beyond my pain
He understood. I felt hurt
defeated and strained
I now stand at His altar
To Him I now submit
for He loved me through my anger
and to Him I recommit
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
Addiction.
I'm not addicted, I just like a hit.
Here and there, I won't submit.
Just some... ya’know… I mustn’t acquit.
I'm not addicted, I don't need rehab
Cmon! I ain't no handicap!
I scratched, slashed, and slammed.
I'm not addicted! Just give me a hit!
No! I won't admit it!
I wish I were 6 feet deep in a casket!
I'm not addicted. See 3 years clean.
I'm in pain now, burns like kerosene.
Now I take Buprenorphine
I'm not addicted. Maybe just a hit?
I mean, I'm not really desperate.
I really shouldn't recommit.
I’m not addicted, well… yes, I am.
Back into the rehabilitation program.
I only took a milligram…
I’m not addicted. Well, I can't be.
Hanged from the roof, I'm a coward to flee.
Death comes for us all; now they're talking to me.
The acoustic resonance of written poesy,
Is like a fabric of silk, warm and cozy,
The letters, the words are a silk thread,
Interwoven into verses and couplets they spread,
Into a blanket of stanzas and sonnets,
Similes and metaphors of a purpose to recommit,
Over and over and again for gains,
Until words flows freely in our blood veins!
Fondling on articulate, chromatic hums,
Rhyming into a musical reprise it becomes,
The letters, the words, like aurora dancing along,
By syllables, softness and density doth they belong,
Each word so radiant that seems to sing,
Upon sweet skin senses that want to cling,
Gradient of a sonnet free of speck and whole,
Composing mystic melody as our souls extol!
"Be happy in the moment, that's enough.
Each moment is all we need."
Quote_ Mother Teresa
Be happy in the moment, that's enough;
each one- a gem that nestles in your life.
Some sparkle as they are, no need to buff;
but some will never glow with stress and strife.
Enjoy each one that happens then and there,
as it unfolds- forget just saving it
on video or photos- later share
when in the moment thrills won't recommit.
Each moment is a world unto its own-
a special speck of time that will adhere
and shine in memory like a bright stone;
but never like it did on its premiere.
Be happy in each moment -grasp that shine
that overpowers those that are not fine.
May 21, 2023
Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
a decision;
To recommit, to be giving;
My entire devotion;
I'm approaching;
I'm a ride walk on the ocean;
I'm going to rededicate myself to my God;
And from all my disclosures;
I am truly blessed Beyond measures;
I am going to ride on the oceans;
Walk with the portion of God;
And I am being blessed;
Beyond blessed;
And I am fully energy by my Father's heart;
And His love as I keep on breathing;
My eyes awaken;
And daily I am assured;
In assurance that I am fully wonderfully,
and gracefully loved;
From the Father in Heaven above;
Hallelujah Glory until My Lord;
4/10/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
taking a walk alone
at home i leave my phone
my purpose will not be defeated
my opinion in many minds have been deleted
so many things here for years i have missed
taking a walk alone and unplugged is what i insist
this is just my new journey in life
it is as rare as the thought of me with a wife
the views are so amazing to the visual touch
my choice to focus on electronic views caused me to miss quite much
the beauty of life nowadays is unknowingly ignored
my whole self has become so stagnant and lead me to become bored
the sound of the air and the feel of a breeze
is so unfimiliar to me that it knocks me to my knees
i will continue to take walks like these or just simply sit
all devices will be left to 'sleep' as i retake everything all in and recommit
The room would be empty
If not cluttered with debris
Dust covers plenty
And to the lock, there’s no key
Only people of the past can remember
The abandoned room filled with briar
Forgotten it gets cold in December
No ember there to light the fire
A time long ago, a girl here did live
Situation dire, a crime she’d commit,
One the elders dared not to forgive
A crime done correctly, one can’t recommit
In a tree she did hang
Till she rotted herself gray
For though the birds sang
None would bury the sinner away
Alarmed by her demon
They went where it roame’
And like she committed treason
Set fire to her home
The harshest of winds blew it out
And though none could be burned
No suicide demon wanders about.
With no grave, the girl has learned
Why she had left earth and departed
Was reasonable not far fetched;
As a life among demons is not for lighthearted
Especially if those demons, human lives had led
So till this day her house stands empty
Except for a room with dried firewood
Raided by children who dared themselves plenty
While the villagers say, they did what they should
Why Worry
Written: by Miracle Man
2-25-2019
Roses are in full bloom yet we don't smell,
Days are consumed by fret and worry.
Doubts arise and though we try to dispel,
Far from our thoughts they seldom scurry.
But worry can't change things one little bit,
Worry does cause stress and is life decreasing.
God commanded us to not worry, so recommit,
We harm our health when worry is unceasing.
Luke 12:22
22 Then Jesus said to his disciples: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear.
The Hole Deep in One’s Own Heart
In moments of greatest loss, sadness and sorrow,
A hole forms so deep within one’s own heart;
There it shall remain so for each ‘n every morrow,
Until life’s end when comes our Heavenly depart!
My dearest, such times of tribulation define us pure,
For we know not all the twists and turns of this life;
We must keep our faith ever true, never it to abjure,
Whilst seeking angelic guidance from this human strife!
As we recommit our true faith in God’s blessings above,
We seek solace in His love that only our souls may find;
With this our passions ‘n emotions form the deepest love,
Giving us His blessing as our souls return His love in kind!
God’s love brings our eternal souls into His Heavenly space,
And makes our injured hearts whole in His Divine embrace!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 11, 2017 (Shakespearean Sonnet)
the spiritual dots connect, but an atheist would
Commit me for the conclusions I draw...
And why not?!
I'm losing my mind.
All of the incongruence makes sense...
All of the sense makes sense...
All of the coincidences flip my switch up, turning on
A chaos of mental illness and a cooperation
Of spiritual understandings inside the same second...
And counting...
To handle the plug in the socket,
There has to be a control of flow...
But there's an influx of energy out of wack
And it's testing the breaker
And I'm afraid it's gonna break me
All I can do is recommit and beg God for mercy.
...resist the desire to give synchronicity
Too much meaning,
But to ensure that I recognize the truth in spirit,
And place my hope in the honesty and sincerity of love
To redeem me from the train wreck tug of war
I have always had with the straight jacket
And the bottomless pit at my core.
The Day I Gave My Heart to Jesus!
I was thinking about something
the other day.
I was almost at a loss for the
right words to say.
I was thinking about a time
"way back when."
That day I became born again.
There was a passion for Jesus,
that I once had.
Excitement in my life,
and a heart so glad.
A love for Christ
overwhelmed my soul.
I loved Jesus! He had
made me whole.
I've forgotten many things,
I once knew.
Reading God's word…
I no longer do.
What’s happened to me?
I'm so ashamed!
I'm an embarrassment to
Jesus' holy name.
So, dear Jesus, my knees
I humbly bow.
Please change my life...
I need you now!
By your word, transform
me deep within.
I confess to you my backsliding sin.
I recommit my life NOW! Yes I do!
And by your love, I'm made
BRAND NEW!
By Jim Pemberton 04/09/15
Never forget the pain..that pushed you to the limits
Without remembrance there is re occurrence
So don't look at your past as a liability...but only as a capability
To succeed upon your failures
Recognizing the things that were once traumatizing
In a life of discrimination.....The truth is
Your past is its own demonstration
It's astonishing that a bad past can be considered an accomplishment
but never a compliment...because that would be contradictory
To the fact that it was bad
Which is being upheld as catastrophic..
Considering your past is now psycho logic
Which means it only exists in your subconscious
Therefore your past is not constant..but a reminder of the uncontent
Allowing you to see the mistakes you must not recommit
Because your future is PERMANENT
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One day in a cell I threw a fit
Went to the wall and started to hit
Wasn't long until my knuckles split
I figured that maybe I should quit
That was as stupid as stupid can get
I was just so mad that I could spit
I reckoned maybe I should sit
And think it over for a little bit
Looking back now I must admit
My anger that day was not legit
The crimes I myself did commit
Allowed them to lock me in that pit
With nothing left to omit
I got on my knees to transmit
I ask the Lord to please permit
Me to finally recommit
To my Lord I did submit
The man I am is the result of it
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