Fear And Defeat
Miracle Man
2/8/2024
I trust in God’s word,
not in how I’m feeling.
But waiting upon the Lord,
sometimes has me reeling.
Fear impedes sound thinking,
which affects my actions.
Often stealing my confidence,
filling my path with distractions.
I would run away and hide,
from many fears if I could.
But God can turn difficulties,
into something that’s good.
Often fear was a hindrance,
to my reaching life’s goals.
But I didn’t let fear and defeat,
fill my road with potholes.
“Courage is being scared to death--
and saddling up anyway.”
John Wayne
Categories:
saddling, courage, faith, fear, god,
Form: Quatrain
Emissions from a troubled heart,
Expulsions from a disturbed mind,
Despair projects out like a dart,
Saddling gloom ruptures from the rind.
There is a tranquil flow of glee,
Resonance of harmony strings,
Happiness displaces melee,
The forlorn self stands up and sings.
The soul opens wide its door to light,
Renaissance walks into its room,
Freed from the tendrils of the night,
Its delicate boughs sprout and bloom.
Though dawn chariots the untold,
The mind is steel-towered and bold.
June 12, 2023.
Categories:
saddling, inspirational,
Form: Sonnet
Racing the oval of tide
Watching the sun and moon collide
Riding on horses in the oval of fate
Saddling on courses in the ring of slate
Horses in breeds of colors and shade
Forces in creeds of odors and glade
Mares and lasses of cold and wintry grounds
Grasses and races on parch, dusty mounds
Sun speaks of myths and bounds of horses' blether
Moon tweaks on blithes and squally weather
Sun and moon are light and dark horses
Scuttling, bustling in many races
Sprinting is a long distance course
Glinting and weltering without remorse
Humans breathe as horses, treading and running with reins
Born to win in the oval... praying, striving with strong veins!
Categories:
saddling, courage, men, strength, women,
Form: Rhyme
A great wonder Kim’s legs still carried him.
A lot in Sam’s remarks still worried him:
The Sam who’d been watching Dolly and Kim
Right from the day Kim was trapped by The Slim!
Sam’s bold comment on his adjudged folly;
His saddling of self with the cries of Dolly…
“How could one fund release to a non wife:
On hard-to-catch dollars land wanton knife?”
Some sort of magic Kim isn’t trembling
Nor rapidly glimpsing a world crumbling.
God has his heart been gingering plus gin,
Although for three weeks now badly thin…
Men there are who could cope with bad news,
The plainest truth keeps treating like some ruse.
Categories:
saddling, crush, love, perspective, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
“The forests are my bones”
When I’m out of my elements,
Worn out and in gloomy moments,
When I’m in tempestuous times,
I seek out relief sacraments.
Taking a brisk walk through the woods,
Coming out of the saddling hoods,
Communing and home with nature,
I glide out of my sombre moods.
The woods wake my dampen spirit,
Hopes go beyond the sky limit,
Gloom clouds are lifted and dispersed,
I push past every deficit.
August 11, 2022.
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest,
Constance La France
Categories:
saddling, nature,
Form: Rubaiyat
Your smile was brilliant as you took a bow.
The upper echelon had welcomed you.
You donned humility, expressing how
we loyal members of your staff were due
deep gratitude. So few attendees knew
how often you’d demeaned us through the years
by saddling us with your less pleasant tasks.
We balked a little; you played on our fears
of job loss. We put on our happy masks.
Quite frequently, you saunter by and ask,
“Do you still like your job?” This time I’ll say,
“I don’t; I never did, your Majesty!
Your fine machine will lose a cog today.
If other peons leave, perhaps you’ll see
a boss like you makes people want to flee!”
May 9, 2022
Contest: Pick-a-Title, Vol 30
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
saddling, bullying, business, work,
Form: Rhyme
Would Poke Than Provoke Until Broke
had heard when they poke
potential was to provoke
would do until broke
we read about Jobe
was wild when he wore a robe
earing in each lobe
(in room had a globe)
had been cynical
when war was political
am hysterical
often obsequious
he had been called hibiscus
presumed promiscuous
would wear uniform
which always did keep him warm
protect in a storm
found dog in his lap
around would slap and slap
in brain was a gap
he had an instinct
when it did become distinct
in certain precinct
when we heard compline
knew Jesus was always fine
glad that He is mine
we were paddling
when we first met Madeleine
her horse saddling
was a perfect host
paperback did cost the most
he would brag and boast
(Admiral Stavrides)
over eggs would flip
had looked like a sinking ship
when we got a grip
spring is in the air
at singing birds sit and stare
scared away by big bear
Categories:
saddling, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
saddling sandstorm soul
shedding stealthy swift shy smile
showcases silence
30 August 2021
Categories:
saddling, satire,
Form: Haiku
I choose to sit on the fence.
saddling raging passion.
taming the unruly mane
threatening to sway out of control
promising to imprison reason.
I choose to make my bed on the fence.
Here in the open I can hug away huddles
that intimidates a union of souls
and stand in the way of your warm caresses
speeding unhurriedly down my spine.
I love to settle on the fence.
This is where I can watch the sunset
and think of all the passions You ignite in me.
I won’t change anything about You---
Like the soft yellowing edges of the sunset,
I will let you be
Original. Authentic. True. Unusual
Categories:
saddling, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Free verse
My Ode For Today
5/24/2019
Miracle Man
Sometimes life is more difficult than saddling a hog,
Other times it’s less painless than falling off a log.
Some days are like a wagon wheel that’s long dry of grease,
And through each petty annoyance I seek Jesus’ peace.
But regardless where day finds me I won’t cease to try,
I’ll continue trusting Jesus, not questioning why?
Categories:
saddling, jesus, life,
Form: Rhyme
...Elton mountain up, was off in a whirl,
determined to save his beloved girl.
Ned followed after, still pushing quite hard,
trailing the mad Elton, but not by far.
Down through the street the angry Elton tore,
then he spotted Jay, saddling his horse,
Elton leapt down, blood-fury in his eye,
screamed,”You craven bastard! You’re gonna die!”
Both went quick for their shinny six guns,
cleared leather right quick, soon it was done,
Both men pitched backwards, sent to their rest,
each with four pieces of lead in their chest.
The townsfolk came out in a staggered stream,
Hattie appeared and let out a shrill scream,
between her two suitors she wept and cried,
which on to go to, she could decide.
Until Ned walked up, wiped away her tears,
said,”Come on, let’s get you away from here.”
The people parted, let him lead her out,
arm around her shoulders, to her dad’s house.
She cried into his chest, and clung to him,
Ned knew that he now would have Hattie McGwinn,
as he whispered words to comfort her hurt,
he glanced back and smiled at his handiwork…
Categories:
saddling, dark, evil, hurt, jealousy,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
You're tough on yourself,
unnecessarily,
for what you've lost
and wish to have again.
Guess what?
You were never meant
to have whatever that is
in the first place!
You remain dejected
about the fork on the road
you never took.
Big deal.
You were never meant
to take that fork
to begin with!
There's no use
saddling yourself with what ifs.
Resign yourself to fate!
Everything happens for a reason.
Put regret
in your rearview mirror
and be at peace.
It shouldn't be
That enduring ghost
haunting you
time and time again
It shouldn't be
The strings puppeteering you.
Regret is a small fish
To be thrown back to the sea.
Date written and posted: 03/24/2019
Categories:
saddling, allusion, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
His hands shook as he sat
On the side of the muddy shell ridden road
He had the makings of a cigarette down pat
But the shaking meant no smoke to ease his load
So he gave up on it then and stood tall
As he placed his Lewis gun on his shoulder
And walked towards the sound of the guns and the shells fall
With his mates marching on forever bolder
You see courage is being scared to death
But in saddling up any way
To face the worst in the Great War’s breath
As sometimes bravery is in just being able to stay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
saddling, remembrance day, war,
Form: Ballad
Oh imagine what a world without illiterate be?
Go deep into thinking and see what a disastrous word,
Where no one is below another,
What a world it would be!
A world where the saddle saddler awaits saddling,
A lake that no longer abound with fish,
What a world it would be,
A world where abracadabra now exists.
Should we all abscond from its disaster,
Or should we be absent-minded
A place where they are acolytic leaders,
What a world it would be.
When it comes we must be called in the ad hoc meeting,
For no one can sell,buy and use
For a world without illiterates isn't one,
More disastrous than mere bomb.
No one can boss his boss for that's buzzing,
But every boss can re-boss his juniors
For that's how a world with illiterate revolves
Everyone needs them to survive
Categories:
saddling, care, change, corruption, deep,
Form: Free verse
The night is dark, and in here it is darker still
I try to sleep, but in vain, for my heart beats so fast
Some can rest, and others are standing guard
Ready for the battle, ready for the light of day.
A man that I barely know; is sharpening his sword so slow
I hear and feel the slide of the stone, and I know that he knows that it is sharp
But he sharpened still, perhaps to hide his fear
Or perhaps to remind himself of his courage in battles past, and to come.
The wood at my back is warm and comforting
Pure and real, something to touch, and to bring luck.
I can even see the grain of the wood in my mind, the tree
That once stood tall, and sheltered, and warmed.
We have used deceit, we have given; to harm
Our enemies are pleased with this gift from the gods
This gift that stands wonderfully tall inside their gates.
So big, a giant, a sightless horse, a steed.
…Later, we feel the wood grow warmer,
As the light of day slides through the gaps in the side;
Saddling with the task of bluntening our swords
On our Trojan foe outside; as we mean to,
As we thirty follow Odysseus, to victory.
Categories:
saddling, men, military, war,
Form: Epic
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