Work In Progress Poems - Poems about Work In Progress

Though born a sinner, I shall be… A saint of God eternally. By Faith in Christ, great Hope I see. He is not finished yet with me. Though trials test and pain abound, His grace and mercies are my glee. His arms of comfort doth surround. He is not finished yet with me. Though sickness deals a heavy blow The great Physician hears my...

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Glimpses of truth revealed from time to time, whilst useful, does not signal soul’s ascent, having neither etched in heart God’s love chime, nor granted bliss our unreserved consent, onslaught of lust, unable to prevent. Flickering awareness, a half measure, for there are attachments we still treasure and so at best it’s still work in progress, as we become nonchalant to pleasure, God’s light...

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WORK IN PROGRESS Why wait for a muse to get inspiration When the words are there in your head If not in the brain, perhaps in the heart As seat of emotion and passionate drive Where all feelings must escape to thrive Creativity fails if reliant on concentration Try detachment and an open mind instead Ideas always find you, they need no chart For...

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I walk up to the microphone, it’s one of those old-time microphones that almost hides the face. As yet my unspoken words are pauses between mute lips. I am a work in progress, layers have to peel away until I can see my true self in any mirror. Like all mystics I am expendable, a surplus voice in a menagerie of other sounds. When you get...

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Work In Progress The pieces of me scattered By my trying hand They disappear so fast Clinging to the last Shred of who I am Keeping everything inside That shouldn't have to be Closed an open book Without a second look At the words that make me, me Can't do right by everyone Least of all myself In a world where nothing's free I fight for more than me Cost...

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Oh not so distant past I wish to walk your way again and see But you are lost But for in my memory Oh not so distant past The people and their faces The very normal days That churning time replaces Oh not so distant past My heart aches for the days Of not splitting a lamp post on a walk And other nonsense...

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"You are fixing to walk the same road I have little girl ,"she said to me".He loves me", I stupidly and hopefully answered back.I don't even want to go into the many ways she was right and I was wrong. Let me encapsulate it this way.I married a man knowing he exhibited the very rage I called myself running...

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Though the destination when we left Illinois was supposed to be Waco Texas we ended up in Bowlingreen, Kentucky.We were in a trailer park behind the lost river truck stop where my mom cooked. I enrolled at Warren Central High where I was acing it except for Algebra which I was failing.One night the night cook was sick...

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I guess it is time to tell how this leg of the journey concluded.One day I was hanging out upstairs.Yeah I know,after all that talk about the weird sounds coming from up there and actually seeing movement ,always in my peripheral vision.The room that actually creeped me out was the one with the magenta wallpaper.I always made sure...

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And a good morning to you.Today I have a lot to get done so will concentrate on telling you about Lorsie which was the name I called her. If I get my chores done we will talk later tonight. Lorsie had always been soft.Soft in tone,soft in spirit.She can be matter of fact when necessary...

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Now I probably would have stayed out if I had not known for a fact that LaDonna Poirret had been allowed entrance and she had never hand washed his dirty socks before a game and ironed them dry as had I his forgotten pal.I never saw LaDonna carrying in coal which was his job not...

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Bursap another example of my mom's butchering Of the english language.She really was a funny woman.One time she told me "I used to be a good looking woman .Now I'm ugly as a mud fence.Never saw a mud fence., but it does sound ugly don't it?She was definitely a woman not to be reckoned with.I saw...

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I never went looking for trouble it came looking for me.Bobby Long.He moved in around fourth grade.As far as he was concerned I was chum and he was Mr. Big Bad(albeit)cowardly shark.He picked me cause I had a neon sign flashing Victim on my meek little forhead.It went from making fun of me telling me I had...

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Shortly after me and mom's showdown is when I had my one and only out of body experience.I had been doing dishes one summer Saturday evening as per dads direction.There was a knock at the door.I went to answer it and there stood Sandy Tucker and Marilyn Woodard.Now old Sandy knew how the other side lived,in fact...

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Buddy.Dad's disappointment so necessarily mother's golden boy. The first night in the new house four things took Place.1.Dad said the woman who had lived there was purported to have been a witch,could in fact make a table appear to walk.2.Got to experience The luxury of indoor plumbing.3.Golden boy turned cartwheel in living room breaking light on...

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