Worst Enemy
Finally identified my enemy
He has been there for years
Much to worry about
He is kind and won't let me be.
Undisciplined I guess
He knows my weakness
Uses them as a master
Like a game of chess.
Day after day
Night after night
A security system
Can’t keep him at bay.
The power to win
Cannot come from within
It has to be powerful
Enough to quit sin.
God, help me to dig deep
Change my will power
Give me wisdom
Help me sleep.
I am my worst enemy
I’m so weak against Satan
Give me the discipline to wear Your armor
Your armor can protect me.
As I sit in the den
Food, obesity is my sin
Followed by one other you know well
Thanks for forgiveness as I try again, Amen
In a society where so many voices,
Go without acknowledgement.
It can feel impossible to,
Be a positive influence.
The first home security system,
Was designed by Marie Brown.
Now I feel safe and secure,
Whenever I choose to lie down.
Automatic elevator doors,
Protect me from the shaft.
Alexander Miles was a man,
Who had a phenomenal plan.
We have more to offer,
Than just music and sports.
We represent the thread,
That keeps our country ahead.
There is value to our lives,
Purpose shines through our eyes.
We shine high and bright,
Like little diamonds in the sky.
Guilty of Innocence
Love – has always been guilty – as charged!
No jury necessary to reach this verdict.
Guilty!
Of breaking and entering in the night,
bypassing the security system,
stealing its way into a locked heart.
Guilty!
Of softening the edges of resistance,
melting the iciness of doubt,
soothing the confusion of feelings.
Guilty!
Of opening the drapes of loneliness
allowing a warm glow to permeate –
from inside out – the entire being.
Guilty!
Of turning the face into a silly grin,
glazing over the eyes in wonderment,
raising skipping feet off the ground.
Guilty!!
Of infection with infatuation’s gaze
addiction to its trembling touch
deafness - to all but its scented “whispers”.
Yes – Love is Guilty!!
Of kidnapping the lovers,
of wrapping them in the essence of its innocence.
5/14/2015
submitted to – When Love Was Innocent – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Justin Bordner
I tripped over a bearskin rug,
I was trying to steal a hug,
when I fell to the ground
I heard a scary sound...
"Bear's not dead" she said with a shrug.
OUT OF HARM’S WAY
The arsenal environment was what I did not like.
I went as a caregiver to make everything right.
I straighten her world to be just as mine.
The house was a radiance of modern time and the landscaped intensified.
She came home and was very surprised.
She loved her new interior and the scenery put twilights in her eyes.
Was I right for giving her a loving home?
Of course, I was but why did everything go wrong.
She had lived alone for about ten years.
Nothing had ever happen in her neighborhood.
Because I made her house such a loving place, she came susceptible to burglary.
They ramshackle the place and she exclaimed to me you gave it to much beauty.
I was right but the world is wrong.
I did not argue with her at all.
This time she would make her choices.
Today, she is safe and free from harm.
A security system was installed and her house remains adorable.
The Social Security system
Is struggling to find a sound rhythm
If Grandpa survives
Past Age 65
Will Feds send a posse to kill him?
*For Deb's "There once was a man from Dunkirk" limerick contest