Those who trust in the Lord shall never be moved,
For their foundation Rock is never removed,
Trusting is necessary with the whole heart,
Prayers will be answered, miracles will start,
Blessed are they all who put their trust in Him,
A song's on their lips, and in their hearts a hymn,
None that trust in the Lord shall be desolate,
They'll never be ashamed, nor left to their fate,
To all who trust in Him, He is a buckler,
And a strong fortress to any weak stumbler,
So do not lean on your own understanding,
Trust in the Lord, outcome will be outstanding.
08.19.2020
Categories:
stumbler, god, trust,
Form: Couplet
I AM LETTER “S”
Sneaky, sarcastic, selfish, slipshod shirker,
Stumbler, smart-ass, scrounger, sloppy worker
Shiftless sycophant, stingy swine:
These qualities are what I want to avoid being mine .
Sincere, supportive, sharing , schooled,
Stable, selfless , steady, steely-eyed,
Smart, smiling, sweet-smelling, suave
These qualities I would like to have
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nancy Jones's Contest Alphabet Soup
Categories:
stumbler, introspection,
Form: Couplet
ANGRY MAN
I have no problem with drunks, druggies, husbands who beat their wives,
Asinine youths shouting too loudly, parents who neglect or spoil their children.
These guys make me feel good because I know it is not me,
And I feel superior : I am better than that.
I hate the guys in wheelchairs who slow me down as I walk to work;
Old ladies on crosswalks bug me, stumbling ahead of me, so I must sidestep;
Beggars on the bridge are infuriating, panhandling for small change.
The wheelies remind me that I have legs
But I waste my time sitting in armchairs watching football;
The oldies tell me that I too will be a stumbler one day
And that I am wasting my youthful energy doing pointless activities.
Beggars I really hate, for it could surely be me, easily - but for the grace of God.
I am spending my cash on trinkets, burgers, movies, and I can’t even enjoy them
Because of thinking of these guys : they make me mad as hell.
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Entered in Susan Burch’s Contest “Show Me the Anger”
Categories:
stumbler, introspection, me, me, drug,
Form: Free verse