K-eep giving short shrift to throe,
E-vade the zone of stress;
N-ever pay any attention
T-o sorrow and sadness.
E-agerly give short shrift to woe,
S-tay away from anxiety;
T-ime to truly feel fine,
E-arly tenth of February.
B-e happy in heart and mind,
A-lthough your job is night shift;
N-ever mind the darkness, just give shadow short shrift.
Shorter than a candles curtsy, lower than its holders brim,
Half a glass holds no full measure
So ever seems the future dim.'
Dim before the light is gathered; from the folds & fields of dawn
Where no cockerel struts and swaggers,where no pillowed cloud is torn'
There the angels watch below them; man upon his prideful course
In The higher heights above them, sits the One upon his horse,
Bridled saddled shod and ready, waiting for the call to ride
Many mouths's commiting slander, buy and sell some tend to scorn.'
Lives of people sold and traded, slavery rife from west to east
Who will own to death and torture, can you see; mark of the beast?
Very large, the furnace growing 'consuming' all is its true course
False prophet finds the need/reasons; a certain tool its tour de force
Airway 'media', t v occult involvement, once its name was 'medium'
Elijah fought it many times, as on mt Carmel; in fire answer came to him'
You're ill dressed,
I must confess.
For your date with destiny.
I hope your grime,
was worth the time,
you'll spend with me.
~Victim 7/20/2015
Tick tick tick tick
I sit here and wait
After I've ate
For those final few moments of my fate
Before my final walk straight through that gate
The clock is ticking
I have to finally admit
To sins I have committed
Thoughts have made me wonder how I got this far
I fought fiercely overseas for my country
Coming back home with heartache
Not knowing what state I was in
The battle did not end there for me
I still carry the weight of pain and suffering
Preventing me to adjust to civilian life
Losing everything in my life
Of the insanity that I was going through
The pain in my soul is so heavy
The person in the mirror isn't me
I sought my counseling
Through drugs and alcohol
When it wasn't enough
I took it out on my family
Now I sit here and wait
For the freedom I seek
May God forgive me
And bring me peace when I sleep
By:Eve Roper 7/19/2015
Bless me father for I have drank
Bless me father for I have loved
Bless me father for I have killed
Bless me father for I have lied
Bless me father for I have fled
Bless me father for I have failed
Bless me father for I have misjudged
Bless me father for I am ready
For Short Shrift Contest 29/6/15
Thank you, Father, for hearing me
and sharing in my pain
the only one bar whom you serve
who offers no disdain.
From Mansfield's pits to the Western front
the stories I could tell
legless, blinded, gassed and bombed
my mates who fought and fell.
Sent to fight against my will
never done nothing bad
this khaki's for a fighting man
not a simple miner's lad.
Day in, day out with no relief
the onslaught never ceased
until the day I said 'no more'
took off, and headed east.
Stupid, looking back on it
the fear that made me run
from a fate that maybe I'd have missed
I'll see at the rising sun.
Tell the lads who'll send me off
I bear them no ill will
whether Frenchie, Fritz or Tommy boy
a kill is just a kill.
At least I'll miss the sights of all
the rest they'll surely send
just hope by Christmas, like they said
this bloody mess all ends.
Tell family I'm sorry
forgive me, hope they might
for all I done was cut and run
and this end just ain't right.
I want my Mum
June 28th 2015 for competition 'Short shrift' , sponsored by John Lawless
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