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Prayer can cure any malady
It can arrest the worst tragedy
It will save us from every jeopardy
Please use prayer as a remedy
Prayer can be brief and short
It must come out from heart
God will surely play His part
As He will surely comfort
When a prayer is hopefully said
Peace then enters one's head
By Godly forces, one is led
One can with peace go ahead
Prayer offers mind the best cure
Due to prayer, nothing can injure
Prayer makes our heart pure
Solution via prayer is damn sure
Pray and pray and pray forever
God will end shiver and fever
God alone ditches us never
He only makes bliss flower.
Categories:
valve, god, prayer,
Form: Quatrain
I look like a Pope's cap, hence my name
Encased in a fit and firm, fibrous frame
My large hands clap
To the great pump's tap
I keep blood flowing, as that is my aim
Categories:
valve, health,
Form: Free verse
Ate beans
BLEW jeans
Tim Ryerson
7/9/2015
Submitted For: Judy’s 'One Footle' contest
Categories:
valve, food, funny,
Form: Footle
A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.
Moved to the city so many miles apart
With her husband & daughter with wishes.
After some years the life gave a good start,
Her husband was attacked by paralysis
Lying in broken bed numb as a wound
Her salty tears deforming tiles of the premises
A life’s funeral procession was on its round
The man who loved her tore her to pieces.
She was still a beauty, accepted another
He made her laugh till she was in tears all
To her soul tears were like summer shower
She was happy that tears were enthralled.
As the time passed when her beauty doomed
Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels
Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed
No semblance of the beauty with which she ruled
Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night
Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter
Tears in eyes, heart torn, killed him with spite
Again cure for her was salty sweat and tears.
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April 4, 2014
Form : Rhyme
Categories:
valve, bereavement, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
I need a new valve
In this little heart of mine
I need a sturdy one
That only lets enough love out
As the amount of love coming in
The valve I have is faulty
For even when love comes in a trickle
It lets out a strong surge of love
And my little heart gets depleted
Of life giving love
Leading to....
Heart attacks!
Yes, I suffer heart attacks
That are painful and frightening
The after effects of discomfort
Last such a LONG time
And I wonder….
Will the next one be fatal?
I need a new valve
I MUST get a new valve
Right away!
Before it’s too late!
Or perhaps…..
Perhaps…
I need a new heart?
Categories:
valve, metaphor, pain, recovery from...,
Form: Free verse
Quite a piece of work to deal with
like a challenge in a game;
outraged by certain reactions
reveal the heart of being home,
true, human and vulnerable.
Perhaps it’s also a way to release
one’s anger in an open space,
walking briskly or without any thought
just a mere response – owning it
with creeping silence deep within.
Outdoor sports can help in any way,
a good safety valve to keep going;
with serenity and determination
that conquers evil in human reaction.
It’s coming to the fore – openness!
as another virtue to convey;
to live a life with so many wounds
will abound God’s grace to heal them all.
Categories:
valve, life,
Form: Pastoral