Even God suffers,
for it says in scripture,
that God repented of having made life on earth,
and that it grieved him in his heart.
Think about that!
The people who truly believes
And honors the word of God
Suffers the most in life
No one tells you
These things, or even
Warn you about it
Post-term pregnancy perturb my health,
For to put to bed, in this place, is sacrilege.
The king has made ready his swords
For the neck of him, who dare to birth.
Known truth is a pregnancy, seeking escape
Into the world of obscurity.
Truth like the light detained under bushel
Is seeking manifestation, to make man free
From the yoke of the cruel slave lords.
The man suffers, that hoards the truth.
One kid kicks the chair.
Everyone loses recess.
Children begin to despise Kid One.
Teacher explains peer pressure is best way to control Kid One.
Kid One loves Her Power.
Kid One relishes everyone loses recess.
Kid One kicks over six chairs and throws the computer
Breaking it into smithereens. Whole class gets whooped.
Principal speaks to teacher, who is now also despised by students.
Principal is optimistic there will be a change.
Teacher will not back down.
Teacher has no other power but her Kingdom, not about to give in.
Kid One breaks window by throwing a desk through it.
Whole class loses recess for three months.
All parents are sent a part of the bill to pay
To punish their children for not pressuring Kid One to stop.
Teacher still has her job.
Height of injustice...
Stealing your joy
I bought pleasure
Taking your courage
I spent on my fears
You gave me comfort
Embracing my love
Charming every season
No matter the weather
Never saying a word
About how much you hurt
That's how I learned
Love suffers alone
When every hug rests
Upon empty shoulders
April 23, 2018
black boned, minstrel faced
leaves broken with ice,
veined as a frosted puppet;
neither old nor new, but changed
and leaving, the cold makes
me stamp and circle in rage;
I can`t stand the weight, stand the weight...
(((o)))
Gootle suffers depression
It is due to recession
His bank fails between red and yellow
Under orange impression
)))o(((
The Lady Suffers
What of the slow falling of morning dew
rain that sets a cold shiver upon you
A sky that dances to yet mock anew
goodness and gentleness surely your due!
Can earth dare to ever this one reproach
promises of your sure sweetened approach
Pretty maiden of your innocent ways
sends joy into glorious summer days!
What of wind that so evilly blows
away all sacred words that you compose
Dares wickedly ruin your pretty hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady fair!
Nay, Nature careless , so very cruel
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014
That man in the white shirt.
You know you see him just as I do.
His heavy eyes and dirty pale skin.
I wonder what his story is.
His hands rough and cracked.
I wonder how long he's been drifting.
His appearance rather deceiving.
I see you cringe at his stare.
Does he make you feel uncomfortable?
Looking out from behind his eyes I wonder what he sees.
A life similar to the one he once had.
No one starts out that way.
Are you curious to if he's okay.
Where are his loved ones?
Does he know that he is loved.
Such thick skin he has.
A life on the road.
I wonder, does he even want to let anyone in.
A life of desolation truly a wonder to behold.
Could you imagine the stories this poor soul holds.
We all have our ups and downs.
Just because you have nothing does not mean you came from nothing.
And even if you come from nothing doesn't mean you mean nothing.
That man in the white shirt could be your brother, your father, your friend.
He's no different, only human like yourself.
That thick skin does not make him fearless nor without pain.
Please I ask you, put yourself in his shoes.
Would you want to be treated the same..
Poison is poison
Construction and destruction
One who takes suffers
A person suffers with his problems
And thinks, he can control them,
He works hard or has deceiving,
He stores money as a shield.
He feels disappointment when he finds,
His achieving target is totally different,
He can enjoy only happiness but
Money isn’t enough to control grieves.
Surplus money is also a problem,
He looses his trust and suspects them,
All relations are coming to rob him,
His patience becomes a new disease.
He suffers with worry and searches peace,
He follows religions and donates the money,
Religious people think he is a good person,
But he is under pressure, seeking salvation.
He went to follow a religion for his control,
But feels disappointment that religious people,
Are also wandering for donations to collect,
Against their services has different treatment.
A poor comes for his belief, he is honest,
Works hard and controls his patience,
But a money lender finds money grows money,
Money and religion both has a same problem.
Noone is surviving extra days to change time,
Noone can control time produces circumstances,
Every game ends when time comes and realises,
Death is a last destination, Noone can control it.