Pain
Written: by Miracle Man
7/3/2023
I’ve been personally acquainted with all sorts of pain,
but through each installment Jesus was my crutch.
My feelings were real not something I would feign,
sometimes my pain was brought on during a clutch.
I’ve known physical pain and anguish of the heart,
but Jesus sympathized with my weakness and pain.
For He was tempted in all things not just in a part,
no matter what comes next I’ll try not to complain.
Thank you Jesus,
for blessing me with a high pain tolerance.
Tom
Having a traumatic history isn't always bad
While you're living it, yes, your agony blinds all the optimism
It closes every gate to keep the buoyancy at bay
The worst feeling is to find yourself being the helpless character of your story
The one you read about in those overwhelming novels and watched on tv
The one you sympathized with and never wanted to reenact in real life
But when everything you dreaded; everything over which you gave your sanguinity benefit of the doubt happens
And it looks certain to prevail over your high spirits
It's time you bid adieu to the naivety and greet a much-needed revelation
You have to welcome the enlightenment with open arms
You have to acknowledge it, accept it, and make it the cornerstone of your future ways
Indeed, once this learning shapes a brand new mindset, you'll be invincible
And, this transformation from feeble to fierce will be an example for many!
We’ve all got holes,
busted soles
On the mend or
waiting for the end
I’ve been burned,
slowly churned
Played like a ballad,
tossed like a salad
Too many times
I looked for rhymes
Words with no meaning,
thoughts with no feeling
What it might be
I can’t see
Blind interest,
hoping for the best
What happened to me
should not be
I was hypnotized
by those who sympathized
Alone on a shelf,
I’m by myself
Road to recovery
or is it discovery
When it’s all done
maybe I’ve won
What nobody wants,
to be in front
Of the line to nowhere,
with people who don’t care
Both are friendless,
both are endless
I’ve got holes,
a busted sole
Near the end
or on the mend
yes
always, the water
not for fish, snake, frog......aquatic animals
always, the rain
not for the ground, trees, leaves, mountains
always, the sunlight
not for human of icy lands
always, the breeze
not for the human good breathing
always, the fruits and natural foods
not for the specific life
nothing of this world
is fixed for special someone or something
this world God made
for everyone openly
Let's, enjoy the world
and be grateful to the God
and be sympathized to everyone and everything
19.07.2020 Chattogram
To me banana leaf is not cheap life providing lien
It serves me with certain safety like heavenly dish of earth
Dark venom fallen down in its safety embryo of oxygen
Venomous snake spreading burning meteors on heart
Breathing afraid of excess sneezing, cough, fever, headache
Unseen venomous flowers giving honey and aroma of death
Tasteless deaths do not allow to be near tearing lungs of air pack
Bloodless killing hands moving around the world with cursed math
At present for the stainless amorphous killer-
Truth forgetting to love
Love forgetting to be sympathized to life
Life forgetting to breath independently
Vulnerable life digging out the river of orphanage tears
30.03.2020 Chattogram
Leaving work for home, my job stress still fizzled.
The long drive included bratty rain drizzle
and windshield blades needing my constant fiddle.
My stress spittled as rush hour drizzle-tripled.
Some driver's fingers waved from their hand’s middle
but I thought how my nights were far from simple
with dinner and other children committals.
I must stop and tend the food list I’d scribbled
so I gave my gearshift some tension wiggles.
Once at grocer’s I saw my food list whittled,
placed bags in car without a single wrinkle,
then backed out of parking space like a missile …
… so … my stressed ear’s received a crash transmittal
while in rear mirror my eye’s saw boots wiggle,
noted they were stilettos so not nimble
yet back and forth they wriggled on legs riddled
before boots, wrinkles and white hair sunk crippled.
Without quibble I gave cops a phone jiggle,
ran to my victim and knelt by her middle.
Her eyes were open but she seemed struck simple
so I sympathized and smiled with full dimples
while thinking this could become civil dribble
ending in a court where lawyers would quibble.
Yes, stress had pressed me inside guilty’s pickle.
I hesitated
Sorry I brought up the subject
I choke up
But he insisted
So I blurted it out
In the end I bared it all
He listened
He said he understood
And sympathized
I didn’t buy it but
It felt good to tell him
The weight off my shoulders
AP: 3rd place 2022
Posted on March 8, 2019
WE WERE NEIGHBOURS
Though my memory fade and my sight become hazy
I shall remember...
None can forget the rumble of the guns
Neither the red skies that hovered over Kabale
Nor the air thick with the smell of gun powder
O forget how you arrived at our door steps
With the little property you had hastily packed
Yes we were neighbors…
We let you in without asking why
We shared our food without knowing your names
We cared not for your names but for your lives
Until you were fed and rested then did we ask the questions
Then did we learn that your own brothers had turned against you
We were dumped by the ghastly betrayal...
We reminisced and sympathized with you
And when it all ended, we celebrated with you
Yes we were neighbors.
There is a place, that's far away.
That's filled with love and soothing
grace.
He spoke the stars and the heavens
too. These Special words I share with
you.
The King James bible tells me so.
His truthful words, to love and know.
Please ask him for forgiveness now.
Look up to Heaven, kneel and bow
He doesn't care where you have been.
His loving grace will wash your sin.
He gave his life for you and I
because he cared and sympathized.
Someday we'll die and be with him.
Repent your sin and let him in.
Abundant love surrounds you there.
Protecting angels everywhere.
I long to see God's chosen son. He died
for us the Holy One...
Michael Tor 8/29/2015
The old Testament predicted,
Jesus Christ came and lived it.
Constantly Been Criticized
Have you ever constantly been criticized?
And before you knew it then realized
If people with me truly sympathized,
Poems would not appear to be disguised.
I am sure everyone has a certain talent
And all of our efforts are very valiant;
Not only that, you can be self-reliant
When with God's commands are compliant.
Was complimented saying I am gifted
Now both my soul and spirit are uplifted
Found out after poems through I had sifted
Ones lacking love will make people livid.
Our house was decorated with much care
There are Christmas things everywhere
Left items in box which we wanted to spare
Compared to rest found them to be fair.
Current house we live in now do favor
Which is similar to our next door neighbor
Who with on occasion we may rattle a sabre
But usually are always on our best behavior.
Special is God's each silent and quiet night
And in foreign lands there are those that fight
While we are here with Him and all His might
In America that sure is such a glorious sight.
Amen
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
Poetry soups comes in many diverse
flavors. Oh! how I savor.
Some soups are: rich and thick in
flavor.It warms your soul right
down to the bones.
Some soups are: light and sweet
but no meat.Others are short and
simple temple.
A dash of this, and a dash of that.
This soup will tickle your tummy;
and the response will be "mummy".
"I want somemore of that".
Some soups are: hot and spicy putting
you in a tropical paradise. Do you need
some ice?
Some soups rhyme on a dime and
have great symmetry.
Some soups are: sad and blue you
sympathized and realize this could
be you.
Some soups are: inspirational
bringing a revival to your soul.
Where no man can go.
There's so many in this world-
wide bowel. There's still many
I haven't tasted yet; and my mouth
is still wet. Waiting to put another
scoop of this wonderful soup in
the kisser.Pull out your spoon
and have some fun....There's
plenty of room for everyone.
SLURP SOME SOUP! TODAY
The journal of a dying man
The purpose of me pasting my memories
Inbetween these blue lines
Is the simple fact that I'm facing
Unforgiven intimacy in due time
From the bottom of that route 44 cup I sip
Haunted by forgotten story's
From the tip of this pen my pressured luck drips
Peers riding passenger side solo
Hydroplaned, truck nearly flipped
This is the final entry of a fallen child
Yes I'm tired, nearly painted dead
Through clear sky's I'm sainted ahead
What more can I say
Neither of us reading writings
Truly adores this day
Like always I'll be arched in smile, rested in fatality
March through trials, simple steps tested your reality
This is the journal of a passing man
Sympathized for my maloveance
Now as I prance for rain
Satan smurks at my cowardly dance
Perhaps my everyday
Was lived for selfish reasons
My finale, your premering season
Blessed this evening but forever leaving
The final entry of fallen child
Laments crying out...
Really loud,
Un-sympathized though;
No one can hear,
Soaking one's heart in fear...