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Prayer For Sincerity
Oh Father God, we pray for sincerity
That we exhibit truthfulness & honesty
Oh Lord Jesus, we ask to be truthful
That we be not distrusted & scornful
Oh Holy Spirit, we beg for honest living
That we feel conscientious & confident in everything
This we implore to our Lord God. Amen.
-12/23/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems for Christian Virtues
Man is a complex creature.
He has many facets and sides.
He can seem easy going, complacent,
Next minute he wants your hide.
Sometimes he's filled with charity;
With good will and love for all things.
Sometimes he's grumpy and scornful,
Or struts like he's some little king.
He's industrious, helpful, well meaning,
Also lazy, lack luster, unkind.
When he's at his best he's a blessing.
A worse enemy would be hard to find.
He destroys all that surrounds him,
Then moves on to greener fields.
He's a parasite sucking the good from life,
Leaving a sore that won't heal.
In an effort to feather his own little nest,
And better his life, acquire fame,
He'll step on and crush whoever he must,
In his unending quest for gain.
Considering the fickleness of Man,
His greed, his lust, his brain fog,
I have decided when seeking a friend,
I'd be better off with a dog.
I fear these words will be the Achilles’ heel to our psyche,
To write slow allows truth.
Caught in someone’s fabric, a changed perspective.
To love real is to accept pain.
Memories racing to be the first to make me smile,
To remember shows your story was always interesting.
Why do we do what causes hurt?
For the longing of someone.
Why is life intertwined?
The variety of colors can make even a poor quilt desirable.
There lies a dark journey before us all,
What we find will be scornful words and actions
Cast upon you by me,
And me upon you.
When settled dust comes to rest,
Standing will be something that will stand forever for no one to see.
An effigy to our existence,
Could not care less if built like an eye in the woods or for all to see like Lady
Liberty.
Stood proud, built through conflict and turmoil alike.
A statue — what the plaque will read, haven’t a clue.
,So shall this be it is written from land to the great sea
From you to me to see the rebirth from coast to coast.
The works of his mighty hands revealed
Blessed shall you be like a tree planted by the rivers of water
growing in grace in this world of unforseen people
places and things know this!
Blessed is the man that continue to walk not in the counsel of the ungodly nor
standeth in the way of sinners nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful but
his delight is in the law of the Lord and in his law doeth he meditates day and night.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water that bringeth forth his fruit
in his season his leaf shall not wither and whatsoever he doth shall prosper.
The ungodly are not so but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in judgment nor sinners in the congregation
of the righteous.For the Lord continue to know the way of righteous
But the way of the ungodly shall perish! It is written so be it.
My witness
KJV
PSALMS1
Some days, I suffer enraptured
No scornful arrow can reach so high
Flappy angels think me a spy
For what reason, why?
Is it wrong to be this happy before I die
Or should I just watch life pass me by
Too deliriously sad to offer a smile?
They just flapped and stared a while
Unable to reconcile
Then flew away
With aught more to say
But now I'm sad
And sinking fast
And maybe even a bit mad
That angels, or anyone, could think that way
And how I let them ruin my day:
Giving their flappy opinions-
Too much sway
Oh, well-
At least I've shattered dreams-
And bills to pay!
What was I so happy for anyway?!
I've got a headache
I think I'll find a place to lay
Or go jump in a lake
I bet those flappy wings were fake
And those halos: wire and 'Papier-Mâché'
The guilty eye flees
The remorseless never envies
The lying eye dawns truth's disguise
And blinks thrice before knowing eyes
The truth evades the seeking eyes
Ever searching the lofty skies
The lost eyes despise earthly laws
Rattling heaven's gates for a cause
Feel within the warm glowing light
That brace us 'gainst the swarming night
Where our gathered daemons lure us to fight
With meaningless notions of wrong and right
A rivers never chooses who shall drink
Honesty never takes time to think
In the moment, be one withal
Ready to catch us when we fall
Lay blame aside
And scornful pride
Even the pangs of the worthy life
For who decides what's worthy or strife?
To simply live
A humble life
Empty yet full
Dull yet wonderful
A terrible thing we had of it.
A treacherous sight indeed.
The day undisclosed longing to be forgotten.
A jobite non the less.
The death of a sinner an abomination
His death sought redemption.
Redemption!!! Redemption built on the blood of the innocent.
Fueled by fear of the unknown.
Rejected in the land of his birth.
Rejected by this scornful people.
He journey's to a land void of hate and fear.
He journey's to a land full of gold mines.
He sourjuns in land of the unknown.
He sourjuns among the Romans.
Calamity stroke without warning.
Calamity stroke with a nine mouth-whip.
Return he must to his place of birth.
Return he must to this scornful place.
He returns fearful of rejection.
He returns fearful of hate.
But finds peace in this lions den
But find's solace among this wolves dressed as sheep.
Thus, this sad tale finds a happy ending.
Thus , the life of "An Alien".
The girl weeps a bruised and bitter rain,
A childhood choked, a garden grown in pain.
My laughter, brittle glass, it cracks and breaks,
Beneath the weight of unforgiving stakes.
They built a fortress, walls of rigid stone,
And left my heart a barren, windswept zone.
No lover's hand to soothe, no gentle gaze,
Just scornful whispers in a hateful maze.
Each hallway echoes with a judging eye,
A constant feeling that I want to die.
They see a monster where a child should bloom,
And fill my days with ever-present gloom.
The books lie open, pages blurred with tears,
School's a torment, fueling all my fears.
A secret festers, a corrosive blight,
Consuming hope, and plunging me in night.
I paint a smile, a mask of purest white,
To hide the shadows lurking in the light.
But when the moon ascends its lonely throne,
The tears return, and I am all alone.
A burden I believe, a whispered curse,
This aching need to flee, to be dispersed.
The razor sings a siren's tempting call,
A fragile promise to escape it all.
The girl weeps, a final sigh,
A whispered plea to simply die,
My childhood dead, a silent tomb,
Lost in this endless aching gloom.
This headache is killing me.
Beating through my skull, this throbbing pain.
It's so constant and that might be the worst part.
Sitting alone in my bed slowly dying
right in front of the ghosts.
They find it to be so disrespectful,
Me wasting my youth alone in the dark.
They judge me with scornful and familiar faces.
They almost, just almost, look like my friends and family.
So all pressure from their gazes hurt that much more.
But the pain never ends,
because even when they look away.
My head still hurts
I Tried to Unlearn
……. his name , his face, his memory
but each morning they kept resurfacing;
rubber ringed feelings that would not sink
no matter how hard I pushed down.
So I journeyed to places
that had rooted our relationship:
The park where the broad-shouldered oak
unwrapped delicacies of intimate memories
then leaning in much closer
it shared a consolatory shadow.
The river that coiled past
churned up affectionate thoughts
then rippled onwards to twist back
with a scornful smirk that made fun of me.
The café where he teased
about expressoing our shared ideas
and consolidating coffee compatibility.
Then on the butterfly wings of symmetry
our relationship seemed to fly to new heights
but was I another Icarus on a solo flight?
So the past that I had plucked at
offered no signs of warning, no signals of regret;
sadly the present, the here and now,
yields no guidance on how to….. forget.
Ian Souter
Dew doth drop with gentle hue,
On petals tinged a bashful blue,
As bees swoon to swollen pollen;
I crave back that view to fall in;
‘Tis you, ‘tis you.
As sea kisses the night sky,
Before day doth due the two goodbye,
I lie; a rock on thine tender shore;
And beg thou to crash upon forever more.
But; by then, thou hast gone awry.
Like petals wilt ‘neath autumn sky;
And soon to winter must it succumb,
Casting the world into its snowy sanctum
Long with frigid grasps to cage mine heart;
As I know that thou from I, must hence depart.
I; numb. Aye; numb.
• Will you, won't stop your yapping?
• Leaving me scornful with my foot tapping
• Should you, need you waste our time?
• Bickering about needless and petty things
• Do learn to mute it sometime
• 'Cause my leave will leave me with glee
• With the knowledge that I'm finally free
If I proclaim my visage fair and true,
Who dares to counter what my lips declare?
If I resist the thoughts that evil brew,
Whose aim it is to strip my pride laid bare?
Who shall oppose the judgment I bestow,
When in my heart such certainty is found?
For I am shaped by hands that grace doth know,
By Heaven’s will, in beauty I am crowned.
No fool shall judge the worth that I possess,
For in my gaze, pure confidence resides;
In God’s own image, I am formed, no less,
And in His love, no flaw in me abides.
But lo, the world doth cast its scornful eye,
And whispers doubt in tones of dark disdain;
Yet I stand firm, beneath the open sky,
For truth and virtue shall my soul sustain.
With courage bold, I rise against the tide,
And break the chains of every mocking voice;
In strength of spirit, I shall e’er abide,
For in my worth, I make a steadfast choice.
Who dares defy the truth I here proclaim?
For in His sight, I stand without a shame.
Let all who question know, I am but steel,
And none shall shake the faith that I reveal.
The woman next door yells Help me!
She swears like a sailor
Is she insane or that's her game ?
She’s a bloody wailer
Inside my room,”pipe down” I yell
In hall I say, “quiet”
In her room, she yells “Go to Hell”
This hap’s a bloody riot
She screams follies, I get no peace
Full of gall what a whore.
I wish her scornful ways would cease
Her style cruel that’s for sure.
She complains about the food here
The food here I can’t stand
She gripes about service yah hear
Two points she gets ok.
If she does want better treatment
Please do not use trash talk
The staff will so take care of you
Folks who pass her won’t gawk.
utter the past
chase the line of least discourse
hark a time in the distance
don't blame the numbers in the sand
lichen will cover the scornful
a distant cove as cover
the place before the vetch
I did not choose it
A gift utterly unloved
by a familial sky
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