Lord, I have come,
ready to do your will.
I know the call is for everyone,
but the chosen are few.
Though the last shall be first,
I stand a stranger at your banquet.
Make me worthy,
that I may sit at your table.
The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances
Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it burned in the mans eyes.'
Actions Describe.' Writ large the irony of life.' Youth has
Flown.' All hail its ghost, Ronnie strums, the speakers hum.'
Geri-acrity...Fumbles combinations and with alacrity..' 0yet theres really not one chance.' No way back.' All I see is false hope.' Rod Stewart is a husk.' Not yet voiceless.' Nor danceless yet
Its the back end, of the romance.!
I'll never forget the love You've shown
To my family, friends, and I
You are a God of great love and compassion
The deepest love one could not deny
I shall stay and wait upon You Lord
Sing Your praises all day long
Lord I am not worthy of Your love
With Your love I can't go wrong
Waste no life to those who don't appreciate you
Waste no love to those who don't wait for you
Waste no tears to those who don't want you
Waste no energy to those who don't need you
Waste no words to those who don't hear you
Waste no time to those who ignore you
Waste no heart to those who give you pain
Give your life only to those who give you importance
Who give you worthy of respect and appreciation
Who helps you with no string attach
Who cares for your in times of troubles
Who prays for you fervently and secretly
Who loves you with their actions hidden in your eyes.
Why do I feel so unworthy of being
Don’t I deserve all of life that I’m seeing
Seeds that are planted in innocent soil
Offer a mindset so ready to spoil
Feeling unwanted, tormented by fear
Not good enough, so the message is clear
Different is not what the world will allow
Emptiness weighs more than most things somehow
Still, understanding can offer relief
How when so young, we can imprint belief
Knowing what’s wrong and what’s right I can shout
Still ghosts remain that will harbor such doubt
Why do I feel so unworthy of being
Questions I ask myself somehow are freeing
I know that I am a pillar of rock
Go ahead, ridicule, slander and mock
My father always told me
Son; When you stop being beneficial
You become useless
To those that were using you.
You'll think niggas got your back
When everything is right
But they disappear into thin air
When everything goes wrong
Just stay strong.
People giving
What's rightfully for one
To another
Dis glorifying the right one
Then glorifying who they want
Whom am I to judge
But I also can't remain silent
Amidst evil without compassion.
You'll be needed
When you have what is needed
Don't mistake it for love
Be guided, so you don't loose guide
Give worth
To whatever makes you worthy not worry.
What worthy upshot holds in store
is integrity which counts for more.
The Gift from God
On January 1st a baby was born.
The world celebrated’.
This baby, this gift from God, we named 2024.
Three hundred sixty-five days more,
To better ourselves, His image to adore.
Now 2024 is gently sighing.
From December 25th to the 31st, it is dying.
Look back upon the gift of days,
Did you with thoughts or deeds,
God’s heart amaze?
Were you grateful, loving and kind,
Did you make God smile in your mind?
Are you worthy of the gift soon to arrive,
The newborn baby we will call 2025?
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 6 9 8 11 0 6 10 8 6 4 0 8 8 11 8
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 2025 (0), <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
Total # Words: 91
Sadness is sporadic in midnight
Love is a nightmare and scary
You wake up suddenly
In the middle of the night
Crying and gasping for truth
Only to fine out a dream unsettled
Telling truth is painful and elusive
Lies is like cupcake easy to eat
Believable, inviting and flowery
Deceitful lovers use wishful ways
To trap innocent to succumb beauty
A treachery led to destroy treacherous
Be true in all dealing of relationship
God will bless you and give you justice
Whatever happen your life in the end.
Adorned and Adored
Let us adorn
our daughters with pearls!
Gifting
One pearl — so very dearly
ocean-made, fresh…
To dress each earlobe
With a radiant luster,
Emphasizing the spirited
Life-light
In her glinting,
mesmerizing eyes…
Then, gather your heart
To proudly place a string
Of one or some pearls
Around your daughter’s
so-familiar neck
To lay — more precious
and worthy than diamonds —
Just below her delighting smile.
Each wave rush ashore
Has its own account to tell
Each has worth it brings.
An outcome more preferable than becoming a slave.
Peace beyond dreaming on the way to my grave.
Accused and found guilty, I was not remanded.
Inflicting retributive punishment is what I was handed.
The noose hung before me, my future to die.
Onlookers glaring in silence, then an insidious cry.
Relentless struggle to take in air, my voice so rasp.
Agonizing, laborious striving to inhale, I gasp.
Monotonous effort, to force my body to breathe.
All energy spent, a body not worthy of life, I seethe.
Too weak to continue, as hopeless as it seems,
To end this misery, was only in my dreams.
A calm settled as images of my bygone years showed.
The irony of death giving me life was blissfully bestowed.
All pain diminished, as visions of heaven came to me.
The brightest light was all my vision allowed me to see.
A thief, a murderer, an arsonist
Before all these I was someone’s child
An embezzler, a liar, a con artist
Before all this I had big hopes and plans
Yes I did it
That I don't deny
But what gives you the right to decide
If I'm worthy of my life
Pretenders are worse than murderers
Yet you sit so highly on your horse
Perched pretty on your saddle
I, not worthy of the scum on your sole
Throw stones and leave me for dead
Like you've done so many others
What goes around comes around
Soon it'll be your glass house
There goes the bell
It's time for the daily head check
Let's see how many of the ones you condemned
Have found their way to death
Have I ever wasted words on lower-cases and capitals?
Laying beneath cool ground spring, waiting in its vestibules
Happiness can be found loving this Earth for its residuals
Toothpicks of this stand; reaching for heaven in tones, sepia
'Til they're filled with what's beneath me; green colors plethora
Flowers soon will be dancing on this bed; just as they have before
One cool soft rain from nature's mother; this landscape will live once more
Against sky-blue tapestry; worthy of a majuscule
A moment infrangible; in my record, no-way minuscule
Happiness is easily found in a multitude of the sweetest components
Grateful for you, often swept from the feats, of our hours, sharring meaningful moments
Your citrines comprised burning bright; scorching everywhere
As an orbited sphere; willed they are a perfect solar flare
Climbing a summit inside my thoughts; that is all you
Beside me, you wrap me up while we both enjoy the view
One could mine for eternity; excavating nothing valued; seeking a gem worthy of a crown
But, I would stop digging at the surface of the earth; if it matched your eyes, superfluous shade of brown
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