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Brenda Troth Poem
Many bears consume our lives
They thrash our feelings around like feathers
Throwing them up to be disorganized trash
But wait?
One should not categorize feelings as trash?
But what one holds dear could gash us in the end
Lives of happy manners shallow but pure
Take a fist full of stones tied together
Our feelings bundled real tight
Not to fall out of our hand or dissipate
But to form strenthily on thy hand
Lets be a character of fortitude
Molding new paths of friends and roots
Not letting any of the stones fall from thine hand
All through life, storms, and nasty weather
We hold every little stone
Now who is the strong one?
That person which lets his stones/feelings drop one by one
on those unsuspecting
But that person who held fast
No matter what happened.
Who is the strong one here?
Copyright © Brenda Troth | Year Posted 2008
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Brenda Troth Poem
He’s right next to me but so far away
Hurts from youth left him this way
He’s full of love and strength and pure
But failing parents was too much to endure
He dare not be close
At least not too close
The hurt was too strong
As he tagged along
Pulling on his mothers shoulder
Wanting his dad
Torn between two households
He never had
Running off to do sports
Never bonding with thee
Wish this hurt was’t so deep
As it leaves me
Alone but together
In a world all my own
Full of kisses one minute
I feel like a clone
Wanting to be closer
Wanting the warm touch of desire
Wanting to be wanted
For that I’m on fire
Copyright © Brenda Troth | Year Posted 2008
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Brenda Troth Poem
We pass by people every day
Just brush shoulders what do we say?
Excuse me, pardon me, in fact that's good
But how many of you out there
are feeling misunderstood?
You're hurting, you're sinking
deep in your life
you thought your success would
alleviate strife.
But now on top and oh so alone
the dreaded call, you pick up the phone
Hello? Who are you? Why did you call
The voice says"It's me why did you fall?"
What do you mean? I played all my cards
And look at you just look at you
you didn't get very far.
I love you
I've tapped you on the shoulder many times before
but all this love for you
you have ignored.
I have a plan for you I wish you to be loved and not to fall
I helped you grow and be what you want
but my teachings went unheard and
unfollowed and you fell into a swamp
I tried to warn you
I wrote you my bible
I'm never through
tapping you.
He hung up the phone and cried all night
this greed, this drive, I didn't fight
I walked on people and closed their doors
Forgive me Lord.
And then the best feeling filled him
and he knew God had answered
the candles lit up in his house
and he was no longer Satan's mouse.
But ready to follow the love
of one who forgives
a whole life of walking away
of taking control
He accepted jesus that fine day
and with a smile and skip , went on his way.
Copyright © Brenda Troth | Year Posted 2008
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