My right hand is my strength and my guide
he is always by my side.
My right hand is my leader and friend
it is to him I turn when my life is need of a mend.
My right hand is the one I lean on the most
he is the one who guides me when I feel lost.
My right hand is the one who shows me the way
the one to whom I speak to first before I have my say.
He is the one whom I trust
whenever I have got into a fuss.
When fear tries to take control of my life
I turn to my right hand to lead me from the strife.
When I feel lost and don't know what to do
my right hand is always present and leads me out of my stew.
I would give my life for my right hand to stay free
just as He has already done for me.
Adapted from:
Psalm 16:8
I was listening to the wind today
it beckoned me
whispering your name
unleashing a legion of fire breathing dragons
from deep inside my veins
splashing onto my glistening skin
frolicking
rejoicing
dancing in a torrid ecstasy
gliding across my quivering body
saturating me with your swirling passion
and at the height of their celebration
I heard a faint distant sound
a stirring from deep within
a rustling of leaves in a primeval forest
expanding into a thunderous drum
rendering all of my senses asunder
my breath inhaled you
my every pore exhaled you
as the splendour of your precious liquid love
erupted
overflowed
giving golden wings to my grateful heart
carrying me to the edge of the universe
I lay there smiling
as the dragons marched into my eyes
returning to their peaceful slumber
I was listening to the wind today
it spoke to me
and whispered your name
I want my life filled of lights
sparkling like they always do at night
though we are out of direction
it'll light our way to a better destination
a clueless mind
an empty heart
a gloomy night
all can heal with a ray of light
faded faith
broken dreams
losing hopes
all we need is a shining light
heal this wound
lift me from my helpless knees
transform me into a new being
of courage and believe
Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
my beloved is by my side today,
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow
Each failed romance seemed a deathblow
that rendered my world barren and gray.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow.
Old hatreds and hurts,? ?i used to borrow
as armor, to shield me from the fray.
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow!
No more, in morose misery,? ?do i wallow.
Tears and fears can't hang me in their sway.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow
No longer does self-pity rip and harrow,
Ancient injuries are starting to fade away
I won't? ?need yesterday's pains tomorrow
Each moment once was too bitter to swallow.
Now the savor of your love flavors every day
Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow.
Grasp the bonding freedom,
Captivate me in an everlasting wisdom,
Tickling our favorable endeavors
Bond and find our way out of temptation
Find yourself in this hovering world of lust
Learn to trust this knowledge and find yourself
In a bonding life
Grasp the bonding freedom,
Captivate me in an everlasting wisdom,
Tickling our favorable endeavors
Find yourself
Without these favors in mind
Bond the unseen knowledge
Plead that you'll not miss a single moment...make up a pledge:
Flaws will try to prevail
Don't give up...don't fail
Bond yourself in this Wisdom
And you'll know
How to find yourself...you'll be seeking more and more truth
That's not all you'll know...there's more in the future!
Learn to trust this knowledge and find yourself
In a bonding life
Naught was stirring as I slumbered tight
A dream came over me as I woke with a fright
There stood a man dressed white as snow
His robes they were lit with an eerie glow
You can ask any question, so what will it be?
The answer will come from one greater than me
I simply asked; what would god have me do?
A voice from above thundered loud and true
Keep my commandments is all that I ask
The more time passes the more demanding the task
Thousands of things slander and deface my time
Scarcely find that while wandering I found time to rhyme
On list one I began a poem, found it carried on
But yet stymied again, left it alone till twas better known
Took out list two and thought again of you
Looked that list up and down to be sure and true
List one was done, but I left it askew a myriad and
Started list three today, and it ended with a period
Lord above gave me strength to write list four
Time took away my breath, collapsing to the floor
I grabbed list one from my pocket to read
Your name was there, and that's all I need
To get me up and moving, carry me on down the road
List one, heavenly father, you and me our burdens unload
A lie in the middle :-
How many years' did you work in the coal mines lazy Roger ?
Reply ' Well 27 years and proud of it.
What about the 25 years you had off in the middle ? !
You can lead a horse to water but it does not mean it will drink
You cannot make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
Too many cooks soil the broth
Count your fingers backwards. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6 and five on the other hand makes
a total of 11 fingers . !
My father used to say :-
You can lead me with a silk thread but don't drive me with a stick.
This feeling dragging myself to the lowest standards
the horrible feeling of being ruled by the man who has me face down on the mat
and when i give in,, the craving go into the deep dark abyss..
i only see one way out and the cold steel is in my hands,,,,
playing Russian roulette with my emotions..
not knowing when my next craving is going to hit me over the head.....
But then i realize that i have a purpose on this earth,, and i don't have to give in to
"the father of all lies" and that i do have a way out, and i do have people who love me
so what can i do??
Let the pen bleed out onto the papers who have no way of judging my defects of character
and take it one day at a time
Lord grant me the strength to make it through another day.
Please fill my heart with conviction so I don't go astray.
Lord please help me to surpress all these worldly desires.
You have renewed my soul. Once again I am inspired.
I'm inspired to do good and to help others discover
That when life knocks us down You will help us recover.
You will pick us up, dust us off, and give us unconditional love.
There is no problem to big for an intervention from above.
One day at a time. I just take life hour by hour.
When I am feeling weak, Lord, You give the strength and power
To make it through any problems. No matter how big or how small.
You give me the confidence to face it all and stand tall.
You give me the wisdom to see the answer to life's riddle.
You show me right from wrong so I'm not stuck in the middle.
When my body grows weary and my soul is thirsty
You fill my cup up with Your grace and mercy!
I am not the Physically strong type,
I am not number one in the class,
I am not the most popular kid.
I am not the break dancer,
Nor am I musician or singer.
I am not the greatest artist,
My looks aren't that of Patric Swayze's.
I am not the next great author,
I am not that epic basketball player,
or next high school athlete of the year.
I am simply me,
I stand out in a crowd,
for my outlook on life and society.
I stand out for I don't bow down to fad's.
Nor do I care about the latest trends in clothes,
Music, television, who's what, what's what.
I am ME and that's all I will ever need to be.
I owe my Uncle a lot for shaping me into the,
young man I am today.
Thank You Very Much for Always Being There for Me
My Uncle John
I AM OPEN TO A NEW HORIZON AND A NEW FUTURE I AM SEEING SOMETHING GREAT AHEAD
OF ME.
I HAVE FOUND SOMETHING MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY RUBIES OR DIAMONDS.
I HAVE FOUND ME I HAVE DISCOVERED THAT I CAN DO ANYTHING THAT I HAVE SET MY MIND
TO.
I HAVE BEEN OPENED UP BY THE RAY OF SUNSHINE WITH SWEET BLUE DAFFODILS IN THE
SCENE.
MY SUNSHINE IS GROWING THE LOVE I AM RECEIVING IS OVERFLOWING.
SWEET RAIN FALLING FROM THE SKY TO ELEVATE MY MIND.
THE RAINBOW CLEARS MY HEAD AND HELPS ME TO UNWIND.
I SEEK THE HEAVENLY FATHER TO GUIDE ME IN MY TRAVEL TO HELP ME PUT THE PIECES OF
THIS PUZZLE.
THE HELP ME FIND THE CLUES TO THE PROBLEMS OF THE DAY AND THE YEARS.
WITH FEWER TEARS AND MORE JOY I AM ENTERING INTO AN EMERALD SHADOW WITH A
COOL BREEZE.
WITH THE TREES COVERING THE SKY THE JOY OF THIS BEAUTY BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES.
I WAS FULL OF SURPRISE............
THIS I CANNOT BELIEVE THE BLUE DAFFODILS ARE SPEAKING TO MY HEART.
ASKING ME THINGS FROM THE START SO I WON'T BE TORN APART.
BLUE DAFFODILS WITH SUNSHINE IS MORE THAN I COULD FIND.
There he comes to say good morning, mommy.
My cat Louie with eyes of gold, stripes that
wrap around him from head to tail.
On his paws he has white socks.
He comes meowing loudly making sure I hear him.
he wants me to know 'his dish is empty and his fat belly
is too' again he meows 'Mommy get up and feed 'me'.
As I get up and I am walking into the kitchen he decides
to bloop him self at my feet, rolling, yawning and wanting
me to see his furry fat empty belly.
See mommy this belly needs to be filled up!
I tell him he is a beautiful boy, up he comes
looks at me and meows 'now for kitty sake
feed me'.
My odds feel slim as a stick figure but my desire thicker than Monique and three golden
corrals, the competition is higher up than Yao on Shaq's shoulders but who can write
with deeper meaning like a bottomless pit that's really my mind's great divide like Blue
Bell with only 2 flavors and a gold rim, fresh imagination making it easy for me to word
the painting I'm putting on the back of your intellect so beautiful it'll have you lustful for
intercourse with the text itself, excuse me as I breeze past the assumptions of
becoming arrogant and self centered speaking with a spotlight and nothing less to
sway the masses but my own pure skills, move aside please I have mountains of
oppression and depression to move from the slums in my mind named last resort
towards the demolition yards called triumph and victory, follow me as I guide loved
ones and good souls back across the sea filled with their tears shed over periods of
pain and turmoil, before we begin this journey take a last glance back waving goodbye
to others who wish to join us but can't make the change from frozen still to 100 miles
and running to catch up with our current standing. -poetic
Tell Father Time I haven't need of him;
my heart is good enough a metronome:
it sings my life and sings my requiem,
and when abroad, it keeps me close to home.
It keeps a record of my brisk hellos
and documents my burdensome good-byes.
It keeps me ever wary of my woes,
but thankfully as well my loving ties.
Tell Time his Death need not come visit me;
my life has vowed to reap me in his stead
with memories of pain but more of glee,
enshrined in gratitude and shades of red.
My heart keeps time but at a different beat,
a far more pleasant pace, less grave than sweet.
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