As I look upward at the wooden door labeled 'My Demise',
I clearly see thirty-nine wooden steps on the rise.
Each step takes a minute to grasp what I'll leave behind,
With many memories and thoughts, to recall and unwind.
There are just sixty seconds to replay each precious step from my past.
Joys and sorrows, loves and losses, with sobs and laughter broadcast.
The first memories of childhood, growing up with family and friends.
Each a fleeting echo, highlighted in a telephoto lens.
Each step a treasure that soothes my weary flaying soul.
Building like a jig-saw puzzle to make the picture whole.
I'm like an old film editor, cutting and selecting,
The scenes of my life, beloved and cherished, collecting.
At the top of the stairs with thirty-nine stairs lies the door.
As I grab the handle I know: "Time's up!" "There's no more!"
Categories:
thirty nine, life, memory,
Form: Sonnet
When the doctor gave me his diagnosis,
He didn’t deliver a happy prognosis.
He told me I had just twelve months to go.
Not really the news I wanted to know.
Now almost a year has passed since that day.
I’ve just thirty-nine minutes to while away.
A final meal? Put the kettle on.
And I’ll boil an egg. That’s four minutes gone.
I’ll wash it down with a nice cup of tea
And, while I’m eating, I’ll watch T.V.
There’s a programme that lasts for thirty minutes
And, if I’m lucky, I’ll see all that’s in it.
It’s almost finished: just 2 minutes more.
But now I hear a knock at the door.
Ah, the credits are rolling; I’ve just survived.
My time is up. The Grim Reaper’s arrived.
Categories:
thirty nine, death,
Form: Rhyme
I accepted the sentence, handed down by the judge,
got thirty-nine minutes to live; he wouldn't budge.
I should read more carefully, but I understand,
just one line per minute is all he will demand.
I wish I had time to write down every song
to play at my funeral, so folks can sing along.
There's a lot of things to say - things I never told.
There ain't much time left, no more reason to withhold.
Thank you, I'm sorry. I love you. That covers it.
I would elaborate, but time does not permit.
So, now, I'm a happy man, and can die in peace.
Wait! I'm not, somethin's gonna cause my life to cease!
Could it be an anvil or piano from above?
Maybe someone will shoot or just give me a shove.
Funny how words can take a life, they have such weight -
but if so, they can give it back, now, ain't that great?
So, the first thing I'll tell you, without more ado -
thanks, I'm sorry, and most of all, I love you.
Categories:
thirty nine, death, i love you,
Form: Rhyme
You look at me like you’re happy;
Happy as I am to be sitting here
right next to you .
Categories:
thirty nine, emotions, feelings, love,
Form: Free verse
It says, "...not to resist an evil person."
that means let the evil do freely so;
though the bad may come by the dozen
keep quiet, let your head be bowed so low.
It says, "...turn the other cheek."
that means let the bad hit again;
it's difficult, and i know it smells and reeks
trust the Lord to fill the blame.
Sadly, these are things a Christian gets
though thou may love thy neighbour;
these are purification and lots of tests
keep forgiving, the wrong do not harbour.
Keep thy focus on the Lord
pray for deliverance, pray for help;
He is Faithful, the Son of God
the Devil beaten, all has He dealt.
This journey is fraught with untold bends
how long it lasts, only He knows best;
it's like a match that doesn't end
keep prayers near, God does the rest.
Till the day the Lord shall come
in His Words keep close to heart;
when all is new, His Kingdom come
God with us, to never part.
* Matthew 5: 38-39 states:
verse 38: You have heard that it was said,
"an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth."
verse 39: But i tell you, not to resist an evil
person. But whoever slaps you on the right
cheek, turn the other to him also.
Amen.
Categories:
thirty nine, bible, courage,
Form: Rhyme
This cast encircles
your leg how I hope my love
embraces your soul
Categories:
thirty nine, care, for her, happy,
Form: Haiku
Thirty nine steps to the open door.
A broken mirror on the floor.
Crackling fire from the log.
The howling of the neighbors dog.
A sudden chill through out the house.
The cat gives chase to the mouse.
Darkness all around.
What the hell is that creepy sound?
A shadow stares with red eyes.
I scream but no one can hear my cries!
I feel cold and hot.
I try to move but I can not.
It is so unfair
a strange hold keeps me in this chair.
If I could run the 39 steps would I be free?
I just don’t know,
maybe?
I pray for the chance to see.
Categories:
thirty nine, dark, evil, horror, scary,
Form: Rhyme
I was in need...so I clung to the streets thought it was so
glamorous the loyalty was sweet, but in the end it ends
just like the movies, either you dead or in prison, or rat'n
for some cheese. I was deceived, by the world as far as
love went I figure if I'm true to her she'll do the same or
walk away but I guess I was longing for the saviour who
was Heaven sent, so still I know no matter how hard she
tries she could never feel that desire she was never
meant to, but to be help mate my rib the one that makes
it that easier to walk threw the fire. I was in need, of the
music that spoke to my soul and convicted my spirit,
thank God for these Godly lyrics, and anointed lyricist
that I could look up to, I needed to Xscape I found
someone I could run to, but still I gotta die to myself daily
the truth is I'm a sinful man so daily I need saving, I
needed someone who's grace was amazing because it
was so evident I was born with an addiction I needed the
joy that the pastor said I was missing so I start digging
and this is what I found out, I needed to be born again in
Christ and change the old me not just confess it with my
mouth
Categories:
thirty nine, faithlonging,
Form: ABC