Walk down the old path that many have walked
But I walk down a new path the path that I once balked
Death is the deliverance from sin
Death ends the battle within
I would rather die than submit to Your will
I would rather die than swallow the bitter pill
Don't wallow in your guises and guiles
Don't relent, don't remain in your sin and your trials
Until the day that you die, you will die
Shaking your hand at the storms in the sky
To all the sapient sentients and ye obstinate serpents
Repent, repent, repent, every morning filled with a new sense
We are reluctant to preach even though we are a priesthood
A peculiar one at that, making idols in our minds and of wood
We often walk away from the open door of a Gospel chance
We would rather revert to the old path of least resistance
Instead of the new path, it's not happenstance
That we are guided by the Providential and Chastening Hand
Don't harden your heart, do your part, count it joy
God does not plod, even though we scheme and ploy
Jonah's anger was Jonah's defeat
Get on your feet (feet that are effete)
Lord help us to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps
So we can walk down streets of gold, our new paths
Cut and saw
Align and draw
Rennovate, rotate or rewind
Poetry of the mind
Empower or embed without a "but"
Nibble your ideas or strutt
Trot or tighten with a nut
Revert with pliers or grip
Yawn with tape measure or dip
Open your space with a wrench
Fold and brace, not drench
Planes or phillips you drive
Or punches and standard you hold until five
Extract your work with sandlers
Tools you grind and play with, like toddlers
Remove the nails and gauge with a bevel
Yell and revel with awl and spirit level!
For many years now I've been a crossword buff
Nowadays they are only cryptic but for me some are much too tough
It's always the Pommies who create the greatest challenge
The cryptics in their newspapers, The Guardian, The Times
if I can solve six clues, I feel I've got revenge
To ease some built up frustration, escape from spoonerisms and other things I sqizz
Revert to Code Crackers ( not that far gone yet}and the daily on line trivia quiz
Many years ago I worked with a man who I judged as totally insane
Give him a cryptic crossword all done within a flash every single day time and time again
There exists an old adage never judge a book by it's cover
There's a lot more to many people we will no doubt oft discover
disappointments
hurt the soul
with the most
resounding consistency.
For me, it was my father’s
little broken promises
that crack on pavement
like little glass figurines
that no one can hear, but me.
How, at almost 40,
when I should feel objectively
and not subjectively
like a child, during
our short conversations
do I revert to
a disappointed
twelve-year-old
in her mom’s
Mickey Mouse
maternity tee shirt
asking her dad
to come play outside
because her sisters
are younger, and of course
annoying.
I’m writing this at 6:40
in the morning.
My husband is strutting
around the kitchen,
purposefully,
making 8 o’clock coffee,
with the pour over
in his blindingly hideous
red Bills sweatshirt.
“Now that is a laugh
I love. Wait a minute,
are you poking fun
at me in this one?”
“No….”
“Let’s go back to Lake Lure
this summer.”
God the Father alone has the power to invert situations.
Revert conditions and overhaul circumstances in your life
God’s power can cause things to explode
God’s power can rearrange things
God’s power can flatten things
God’s power can restructure things
God’s power can lift things and produce things
God’s power can show up
God the Father can go beyond our current circumstances
Jesus, the Spoken Word can enhance your capacity
Therefore, connect your current reality with God’s present ability
Mark Frank
a refrigerator bought brand new in 1952
was expected to last until 1985 and she did
finally coughing her last ice cube or two
worn out totally, finally on the skid
today’s appliances are built to last until the warranty is out
we have learned to expect it, no one cares that we pout
Two minutes after the ninety-day warranty is void
our refrigerator stops working; this we cannot avoid
How the appliance companies manage this trick is odd
but it has happened to me, my aunt, and my granddad Todd
Back in the day a washer lasted until you were one hundred and ten
Sometimes I wish we could revert to those olden days once again.
To Rewind or Pause Life
Most people are confused as to which one
Others may want to try it out just for fun
If there's any pain involved either one could hurt
Correcting any mistakes that we want to revert
Who in there right mind wouldn't want to rewind the good times
To meditate on the good things and taking stress off our minds
The pause button would be good for making a decision
The world can be an audience with your life on television
By pressing rewind we would all get a do over
Giving our drunken minds a chance to think sober
Both of these words can't win because its an equal fight
That's why we don't have the option to Pause or Rewind life
with AI chat toys
my children join in and laugh
engaging with droids—
their toys become companions
for exploring the future
voice box extracted,
the alien grows gentle,
a creature of cloth—
they revert to mere soft toys
for beeps and let's tickle games
mute toys speak the truth
imagination awakes—
when machines go still
to hear more in them silent
than in their pre-programmed chat
So now what, where do I go from here
I'm wandering around feeling a bit weird
People that I know don't know how to react
Thinking my spirits have finally cracked
Not so, I welcome this change of scene
Drinking more coffee, it's becoming routine
It's similar to finally stopping to smoke
After forty long years for fear that I'll croak
Well wish me luck, I need your support
Hope I don't go weird and begin to cavort
Wearing lots of makeup and leather that rocks
Playing air guitar with long flowing locks
If that starts to happen, I'll revert to the funnies
Hopping around like a pregnant bunny
Hang on a minute, I think that was funning
Well sneaky old me, how utterly cunning
There was a phase when I was lost
A time when I was void of thought
I stood still and started to walk
With every step I leaned down
Every second, I found myself in a let down
With each breath i lost a crown
In my path I found a glass
I picked it up and saw my past
It was an abyss
The place I lived
I closed my eyes, i wished to die
I approached my death with a smiling face
More like a hollow laugh with a borrowed face
A last sorryy
and I started to fall
A light emerged from up above
A hand was passed to the man never heard
A grace was passed to the man on the deservings last
His heart redeemed through shadows of the past
Sins erased
Mistakes embraced
And he was given a whole new place
To live
To shine
To make his life right
To become the loyal servant of might
He is a believer
He is now The wanderer's retriever
In the tide's peril, through dusky snare
I fall low, i submerged slow, and when they call me, i drift below
I am lost, I am alone
I am but a shadowed self of my own
Striding, fleeing and now I'm drowning
Deeper and deeper, i reached randevou's crown
I reach, but nothing holds me near
Echoes vane, no voices here
I found none to whom I'm dear
Walking on the path of sand,
Down and drown, but can't stand,
In the deep abyss i found a man
Swirling like bay, warmer than may
He stretched his arm, he found me astray
He found me lost and taught me to pray
I sailed above, hiking through love
Now canva's lightning, darkness is bluing
I see the sky, i found the migh
Now no dusk can keep me by
I found the migh
With his power, now I stand still
I stand by
Why do I revert to potty humour
Am I obsessed with body parts
Actually I AM attracted to female parts
Get that straight right from the start
The female body is a work of art
No sculptor can do it justice
Matching that soft, such delicate texture
Yikes, one part is getting stiff
Whenever I write about naughty stuff
Changes take place down below
Don't understand this strange behaviour
Maybe it's something I'll outgrow
Told my doctor and he confided in me
Ain't gonna outgrow it he said
It's gonna keep happening and listen to this
Could happen even after death!
Anxiety and shame riddled my youth and I just wanted to belong
The desire to excel and conform was beyond measure
The painful difficulties of youth are rarely validated
Being told to follow your hero but blaze your trail
Follow the shadow but color inside the lines
Neverendingly seeking the rightly wise
I finally woke up one day and realized
When you exhaust help in others
Turn from them and the world
Sometimes it is best to revert
And seek wisdom from who?
Thyself.
If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall
Explore themes of love and identity
Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity
Since a child, her desire, ‘women’
The idea that if love is considered a sin
The unfolding of a female sexual invert
The act of loving must be a tender selfless act, revert?
Love itself is not inherently sinful or
complexities of love, we shan’t ignore
But rather the circumstances surrounding it
Misfits from Malvern to London and then to Paris!
Ira furor brevis, the frailty, taboo and strife
Fellow q***r characters, all walks of life
From the *sapphic salon hostess Valérie Seymour
To the 'miserable army' and more
of outcasts that frequents the 'merciless
Drug-dealing, death-dealing' bars of Montmartre
Written in another time, still support and solidarity to
generations of LGBTQ genre
*Sapphic is an umbrella term for same-gender loving women or woman-aligned people, including lesbians and bisexual+ women. It is used to describe topics, activities, and ideas related to same-sex attraction among women. The term can also refer to the Greek lyric poet Sappho.
Exploring new surroundings is a,
Trembling experience to say the least.
Approaching fear is the creepiest part,
Planning something neat for yourself.
I recall saying to God I want to step out,
I’m seeking opportunities to branch out.
Nervousness flows through my veins,
Like an endless flowing stream.
All great things require sacrifice,
To be followed up with great rewards.
Pushing through the tough times,
Distancing myself from the noise.
Resist the struggle and temptation,
A fight I’ve been in for too long.
Revert back to studying the word,
Renew my mind and switch focus.
The internal battle within the soul is,
Gaining friction as I establish my life.
I can hear you telling me let it go,
Loosen the burden, give me control.
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