Should I live a life that pleases me?
A life of joy?
A life of my dream?
Should I rock the rooms like my peers do?
Walking in the prints of the lord is of peace and trouble free,
Not of entertainment but rather boring.
Not of walking home zigzagally
Not of obeying the laws of the flesh.
But rather your eyes fixed solemnly to your Bible.
Well done dedicated christians, there's Alot that we face.
It's not easy obeying the laws of the lord and be stroke by trials and temptations.
I pray that we keep our faith
As the whole world breaks
And christians disregarded.
Blossom Monyei the bleeding Pen.
LIFE
Youth gives us sparkle and energy, we are invincible, strong with memory.
Life’s chapters open and close, some long, some brief or quick dose.
The episodes get grayer as we cruise through junctions, while continuing with purpose.
Life is a voyage, full of bumps, tears, laughs and memories
Our world can change in the blink of an eye.
Forks in the road, which path to follow, hesitating to make a decision.
Humans, like the revolving seasons, will change, the journey differs for all
The aging process, a percentage of survivors persist.
Life’s road is a passage, this existence, how we each deal with the distance.
Looking back at our journey, those emotions we encountered
Love, fear, helplessness, anger, heartache, contentment and excitement.
Life differs for all on the trek we travel, where does the time fly to?
Cherish and embrace the good, learn from mistakes, gain strength to carry on.
On this highway we travel, may it be trouble free with the kiss of good health,
Until the day we die.
From way up high looking down on Earth
Living up on some clouds to the west
Is my guardian angel watching over me
Not allowing hard times and unrest
Blessed with good fortune and a happy life
Pretty lucky when I hear people mutter
It hasn't been a popular trend among most
Yet my life's been smooth as butter
Makes me smile and I count my lucky stars
For this charmed and trouble free life
Relative calm and good fortune's been mine
Uneventful and free from strife
Must've done something to deserve this life
Once was kind to a little old lady
Helped her across a real busy intersection
It was just for a matter of safety
Humbly I accept this great honour with pride
Sure don't want to rock the boat
One day think I'll just sail off into the sunset
And be remembered by what I wrote
Last Monday was a special day for me.
You got that big promotion and the raise!
I pity you, for now your life will be
a rat race through a long, nightmarish maze.
You’re doomed to spend that extra salary
on nerve pills and work late six days a week.
While I breeze through my work days trouble-free,
you’ll wrestle with a future dark and bleak.
And worst~~you’ll have less time with your new man.
I was engaged to him a year ago.
When suddenly he dumped me, I began
to see he’s evil. Soon you too will know!
The lucky ones like me don’t wear a frown.
We’ve no romance or wealth to tie us down.
My neighbor don't believe in God,
Says the Bible is untrue,
But Jesus said, "As Ye believe,
So be it unto you."
So those who don't believe in Him,
Are in this world alone.
They must face things by themselves,
Because they're on their own.
It gives me comfort just to know,
That Jesus has my back.
When I'm at my lowest,
He'll take up the slack.
God did not say to follow Him,
And live life trouble free.
In fact He said that problems,
Follow them that follow Me;
But when you find it hardest,
Your duties to perform,
Because seems waves of troubles,
Engulf you like a storm,
He'll wrap His arms around you,
His strength to you He'll give.
Just keep your faith in Him,
You'll come through this and live.
All Christians are not wealthy,
But we have what we need.
God takes care of all His Own,
We are all agreed.
Life ain't always easy,
Life ain't always fun,
But it's always an experience,
It's the race that we must run.
Remember:
People are not perfect --- God is.
People make mistakes --- God doesn't.
But because He is perfect He forgives those who ask to be forgiven.
Remember:
God's Got ALL THE DOUGHNUTS.
Colonoscopy
Colonoscopy,
strikes dread. It’s not too bad - when
Colon trouble free.
Jules Verne-like travel,
up your ****, spelunking through
strange, pink-ridged caverns.
Hunting for the snark,
or boojum, or polyp, who
feasts, darkly, in there.
Snipety-snap - jaws,
polyp-snatch; dragging from view,
miscreant tissue.
Pathology dock -
destined. Tried in the morning,
suspected malign.
Tried.. judged innocent.
Callooh! callay! It vanished
softly — my boojum.
In my tender age, darling, and in yours,
Midst looks... smiles... within, yet, with many wars,
Timid, insecure, nervous, bashful, shy,
Watching all around whether there's a spy,
Planting that rose betwixt index and thump,
My blood pressure rose as my heart fast pumped...!
The rose inside my heart tingles my veins,
Pricks my flesh and bones and my body pains;
It jumps, leaps, bounds, walks, bikes, runs, and, dances,
Toward cloud nine, at random advances;
Years, though, have passed and seasons have altered,
Its color, shape, and form are not faltered...!
Scents and frankincense fragrance, within, spreads,
Beads of faith and humility it threats;
Thoughtfulness and caring and compassion,
Become ceaseless existential fashion;
Temporal tasks turn tranquil; trouble-free
This rose, sure, is, the polestar of my sea...!!!
22 March 2023
The Rose Inside My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
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The days, they come; the days, they go.
Like rivers on and on they flow,
not always smoothly. Some will be
quite turbulent, some trouble free.
Like clouds and sunshine, rain and snow,
the days, they come; the days, they go.
While some are pleasant, others glum,
they're life--no matter how they come.
Our minds, through time, serve as the seat
of memories--some tart, some sweet.
The days, they come; the days, they go.
Hard times and blessings they bestow.
The strong and wise will realize
the sun that sets will also rise.
Soft breezes drift and rough winds blow.
The days, they come; the days, they go.
Picture perfect memories now shadowy gray,
Words in mid-sentence fade away.
Confusion reigns where once ideas flowed clearly,
Independence lost as frail body, aging mind suffer dearly.
Aging with grace and good health is a true blessing,
But cruel is a loss of mind and dignity - so distressing.
Our golden years should be a time of well-earned relaxation,
But sometimes dementia slithers in and causes much frustration.
Pray fervently your golden years will be sweet and trouble free.
For too many they will disappear with the loss of memory.
6/18/21
Precious children in my care
laughed and frolicked, unaware
life would not forever be
simple, fun, and trouble-free.
Care, I’ll give, though they’re no more
unaware of what’s in store.
Be mentor? I will! They need
free advice. Perhaps they’ll heed!
March 1, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (March) contest placed 1st
Growing old comes to everyone, like it or not, it’s all part and parcel of our good maker's plot.
Memory sadly sometimes slowly fades away, but images stay sharp of those long ago days.
* * *
We can't always remember
in our life's ebbing sunset
Tho' some special memories
we never ever forget
Memories of days that once were
what joy it used to be
Not a worry, not a care
young of heart and trouble free.
Very first time of meeting
the one true love of your life
The way your heart triple flipped
and luscious kisses so nice
Every word that was spoken
stays etched in corners of mind
Every small gracious gesture
loving, generous and kind.
The twinkling stars in the sky
on enchanted balmy nights
Strolling along in the charm
of blissful mystic delights
In the arms of one's sweetheart
snuggled up cosy and close
Yes, there's some magic moments
one will remember the most.
22nd November 2020
I feel emotionally flat
the experience is very stressful
No flooding or concentration
Acute, which is more persistent
Maybe therapy and skills training
- some will need it just for safety
I crank my headphones up to deafening level
- shuts off all sick thoughts
The silence gradually becomes unbearable
Along the way, I experienced that
the parachute did not work satisfactorily
If only God could give me a clear sign
Saturn's rings exist exclusively
of missing aircraft luggage
I think everything is predetermined
Hope is foolproof
I cut the cucumber slices like hearts
25/7/20
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
4th place in the contest
Precious children in my care
laugh and frolic, unaware
life will not forever be
simple, fun, and trouble-free.
Some day they’ll be grown and more
cognizant of what’s in store.
Still, I think they’ll surely need
my advice. Perhaps they’ll heed!
posted January 31, 2020
entered in Julia Ward's contest on February 12, 2020
April 25, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (April 26) contest NA
It's trouble free
Try it and see
Just tune your mind
To the beat of your heart
Let your ears listen
Tune it perfectly
To the melodic voice
Of your very soul
Ignore the pain
And put on rewind
A beautiful memory
You once shared
Let happiness rain
Like confetti in your head
Just try it and see
It's trouble free
Some Christmas celebrants’ wide smiles
and joy displayed around their trees
and at huge feasts that some drive miles
to share imply they’re trouble free.
In early morning hours, tears
will flow for those who won’t be there
to open presents, echo “Cheers,”
and share the day with those who care.
This flood of grief must cease before
the kids wake up and want to see
what Santa brought. When they are more
mature, they’ll learn how life can be.
They’ll realize that grief hits hard
this time of year, that loss and past
mistakes can haunt and leave them scarred,
for childhood innocence can’t last.
Date: November 20, 2018
Title: CHRISTMAS MOURNING Placed 5th (of ten)
Sponsor: P. S. AWTRY
Date: December 12, 2019
Contest Title: Writing Challenge--December 2019--I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor: Dear Heart--Wiishkobi Ode
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