Keep an open mind
don't let someone's troubles
become a roadblock
Like a bird gliding the sky
Free and merry with wings spread wide
Miracles come free and unbound
Happening so fast, faster than sound.
They feel like a product of high luck
After one overcomes a tough life's roadblock
But no, it is His mercy passing through
Even when you're unaware, it’s there for you.
Miracles like the air we inhale
Are God's graces on free, not for sale
Narrowly dodging an accident
Miracle, it is, your unplanned event.
There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me.
I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree.
I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock.
but if my heart makes a decision, my mind puts up a roadblock.
There's no symbiosis between them, nor a willingness to agree.
Each day is a struggle for me, from which I cannot break free.
Mechanical parts of a washing machine sometimes need repair,
but when heart and mind are at odds, it's a hardship I must bear.
It's pugilistic sparring and I'm overwhelmed with doubt and fears
because I'm the one who always gets hurt, bringing me to tears.
I can't get through to my heart, and simply cannot make it clear
to a stubborn mind that tunes out what it doesn't want to hear.
I've pleaded and tried bartering but neither one will take heed.
I've accused them both of having an ego and an attitude of greed.
The interior machinations of my mind and heart often malfunction.
My heart seeks love, while my mind is smug with selfish unction.
I can't really remember when the last time was, they ever agreed.
They're an enigma, each one having its own beliefs and creed.
Gone with the wordless wind.
Confined by the source of the mind.
A world that found punter ways.
Is an abyss full of yesterdays.
A permanent resident of the rock.
Where variety becomes a roadblock.
An aesthetic view is a mark of quality.
Or am I the only one who has curiosity?
Written: May 14, 2023
Risky unflawed breathing flawed by your touch,
you hit like an endless electric shock;
I try to evade not hang on too much,
each exit I am met with a roadblock;
Feet in the air a game of double dutch
my pulse in my throat with all the sweet talk;
Suddenly I fall your hands land on me;
Smiling heart spills on the floor clumsily.
My heart is reaching for you
While my mind is putting up its roadblock
It may startle me, or it may not
If on my soul you did knock
Scared you are really mine
Just feels silly that I would deserve
Hard to wrap my head around
How you wrap around my every nerve
It's scary how one could feel your presence
Days before you even show
I see a stranger im in love with
While your eyes say…
all about me you already know
While I feel a longing for your touch
I am confused, I am terrified
What if you end up being just a live dream
And to my own existence I have lied
Doesn't seem real, you being here
Yet I know it's this way or nothing
I want it this strong or to just remain alone
Yet now I can feel our lives already blending
Did God cheat you out of how wonderful you could be
By placing you to be in love with a kalopsia like me?
I feel so cheap, then I feel so ataraxia about myself
It would be mild to say whats between us is a kilig
But for you I’ll stay…its so simple…i see no other way.
Why is it Return On Investments
when one’s only Interest is in Returns,
to achieve my end, when I see lethargy
I tag my team as lacking in Synergy.
In my mad pursuit masked as Goals, I drive my team
In my Vision and Mission statements, what I say beam;
To appear caring, I balm my ego and paint a Big Picture
sheltering in Corporate Social Responsibility, I rapture.
When I don’t make money, I term it Negative Growth
Oh! this is a Roadblock in my Roadmap that I loathe,
At wits end, I hate to see myself in this mess, I press
Out of Box thinking the team must Leverage to progress.
Attack the pain point, I tell my team else you will rot
deep dive meaning show up with results that are sought,
this is the New Norm meaning old rules to stick to
only if Working from or far from Home gives my due.
In my FOMO, I bring every Buzz word to bear
these Low Hanging Fruits are all I can effortlessly share.
30-July-2021
Buzzword Bingo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
I searched for validation and hit a roadblock ~ until I saw~ me
Alexis Y.
07/18/2021
Dampen talk in a hesitant time
Uncertainties of a procrastinating hour
Where life goes on … and on...and on
With some obvious happenings of the inevitable
Blemish talk only highlights the stigma of a stagnation
Where neither you nor I are able to be someone
Other than only living in a life of necessity
Those pernicious happenings go on with
the description of a disaster. With a lot of
Repetition of a traverse, repentant mind
Where we are blocked with
A roadblock and a sentry,
Always alternating,
Always calculating
The ingredients of laughter
Ambivalence is a residual reality
of the heavily guarded possibility
Still, there is love, there is a poem,
And there is a visage of heavenly affection
With an astral temptation of life,
Garnishing more and more along with;
Perhaps an enterprise of goodliness. With the
Threatening math multiplying the powerful zero.
A Spirit Of Fear
By: Miracle Man
October 6, 2020
Fear stifles thoughts and affects each action,
it creates doubt and will our confidence erode.
With negative moods our lives then lose traction,
and we likely become prisoners in our own abode.
When dominated by fear we lose sight of our goal,
and fear becomes a roadblock for God’s life plan.
We can be concerned without giving fear control,
fear also has the ability to shorten our lifespan.
Fear causes life to center on pessimism and gloom,
so spend time each day in prayer, then reflect.
Things are seldom as bad as we might presume,
*and the spirit of fear, God wants us to reject.
No matter what our fear God never rejects us,
So let fear in your life become superfluous.
* 2 Timothy 1:7 KJV
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
People meet
Not knowing
Greatest thing about happen
Something to love
Something to hurt
Situations
Cirumstances
Responsibilities
Roadblock
Making climax and twist
Reducing chances
To make it happen
Two people
Holding sparks to each other
Discreetly
Afraid of the unknown
Against rules and regulations
Hoping it will happen
Somehow
In this nonsense
To make sense and true
No matter what
Reality ultimately shines strong
On them
Not happening
Maybe next life
Where everything will be in line
Fate brings them together
All they can do
Savouring every moment
In the time allows
Their heartbeat
Holding their breath
Looking at each other
Like it is best thing happening to them
Till it is time to let go...
© Sue Sanzz 2020
Fear Creates Doubt
Written: by Miracle Man
3/10/2020
Where does the fear come from
that stifles our thoughts, actions,
and becomes a roadblock for God’s plan for our lives.
Fear pilfers our peace and happiness, allowing doubt to creep in,
and when we have a negative mindset, we often lose sight of the goals God has for us.
one of the biggest success blockers- is fear.
Often it’s the fear of taking that first step- and where that stept might lead
But god’s light can chase away any darkness caused by fear.
Prayer should be communication- not a want list
Tom
a narrative with alliteration
Royal radio reviews the Rainbow Raffle Rally planned to raise rubles
for the rugged racetrack recently recommended ‘round Rybinsk Reservoir.
One rich ruler, who runs the Ragweed Railway resists with red-ribbon resolve.
His rogue reaction to a ring of rubber stamp rednecks
left realistic Regnum reporters in a rush to rock their readers
regarding the rift between the Ragweed Roadblock and the Rainbow Raffle.
Rather like a rabbit racing a rhino, such rivalry is not reasonable.
Rally is off the radar - racetrack has been royally rejected!
February 10, 2020
Brian Strand, host
STRAND Select J, contest
Hands of Time
Written: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019
There’s no negating the hands of time,
So, I can’t recapture a belfry’s chime.
Knowing, time alone, it’s he who slays,
once I’ve lived out God’s appointed days.
God gave me time and I chose its use,
and early life choices were rife with abuse.
Now later, when looming, is a used up clock,
I recall each speed bump or roadblock.
But with dignity I’ll face the coming end,
believing there’s yet an eternity to spend.
At God’s judgment’s seat then I will stand,
as one who’ll enter at HIS right hand.
Sometimes words fail
As change bleeds blood
Thoughts now derail
In drowning flood
In impasse here
Dry sultry feel
Touch feels unclear
Words fail to thrill
A roadblock sign
Tells tedious streak
A force now blind
Binds yet wit weak
Surge of lost cause
In misty mind
A broken course
Drifts debris grind
A crooked reach
Beyond mere fit
Spikes each to each
Beyond mad wit
And in the end
This broken way
Can now attend
Impasse like clay
Leon Enriquez
26 October 2019
Singapore
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