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Arlene Dowdy Poem
Amidst tribulation, persecution, desperation and deprivation
Put downs, beat downs, and let downs
In such a location, station, nation
as we abide and reside in this generation
Where there’s hostility instead of tranquility
One by one, people join in the game called multiplication
That begets deviation and condemnation
Until we’re in need of much transformation
Yes, amidst all this
Rises a man, and what a man!
A man whose dignity, serenity, humility and personality
Give him the ability, stability, and versatility
To make life worth living a true reality
A man who’s sagacious, vivacious and bodacious
Wise, cheerful and courageous
A man dependable, indispensable, needed and indisputably
invincible, unstoppable
Whose love and support is so vast that it reaches past the mass,
cast of family
And flows, grows, glows in the lives of friends
And all people in general
What a man!
His counsel and advice so willingly a device
Such wisdom, revelation, and rationalization
When this man gives declaration, he needs no preparation
Restitution, no need for substitution
His assistance often one’s last solution
His words become a constitution and institution
Vehicle of elevation, a bridge out of sorrow and confusion
His heart so melted in flames of love
His desire is peace, joy, happiness for all of us
His smile is radiant, jubilant, exuberant, dimple-ment
His way, full of gentleness, meekness, goodness, kindness
Yes! Right in the midst of tribulation, persecution,
desperation and deprivation
Put downs, beat downs and let downs
Has come this man—
AND WHAT A MAN!
~2005 – 2009~
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Arlene Dowdy Poem
Adolescence is usually such a hard game to play.
The game board is a complicated one to go through.
You worry, fear, love, say you can’t go through the day,
But it’s all in the game of adolescence to womanhood.
You try to be like everyone else,
But it seems your parents always bar the way.
“They don’t want me to have any fun,” you always say.
Don’t be disappointed; they love you.
You think you’ve got a real man to love,
But you blink your eye and you only get hurt.
For, sadly, you find there’s another “fox” in his glove,
But it’ all in the game of adolescence to womanhood.
Often, we carry adolescence in the wrong way.
We get pregnant, while thinking it’s play.
Think about your moves, before you put them into action.
Don’t learn the hard way—you’ll suffer.
Sometimes, we turn to drugs or alcohol
To get away from our troubles and worries.
Don’t! —That does no good at all,
For afterwards, you’ll face even more.
Adolescence is a long stage we must go through.
It’s our life; we can’t throw it away.
Let’s have fun, but have fun the right way.
They’ll pass one day—your troubles and worries.
Remember, it’s all in the game of adolescence to womanhood.
Keep your head held high, always looking toward the sun.
Go through adolescence and into womanhood.
You won’t fail, if you really try, and
You’ll find, in the end, that you feel rather good.
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Arlene Dowdy Poem
The Rose
Hidden beneath a circle of tangled weeds
Bruised, hurt and torn and made to bleed
Lies a bud, so young, so true and full of life
Buried by marks of angry strife.
Imprisoned in a space shared by no other
Folded petals used for a cover
There’s a bud barred up where others cannot go
For harsh seasons have made it so.
Found one day toward the end of a raging storm
A petal reaching for Love’s arm.
Peeping through bars with strength from deep inside
To live, not die, the bud decides.
Blossoming now as petals, one-by-one, are freed
Is a life of which the world is now in need
To beautify with its presence and form so true
Making a difference in all that it may do.
Hidden under hurt so vast
Imprisoned by thoughts of the past
Found by a special love that grows
Blossoming beautifully into…
… The Rose
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Arlene Dowdy Poem
Trouble
It had to happen.
I had to go through it.
It had to happen.
I had to know that God would see me through it.
It had to happen.
I had to suffer it.
It had to happen.
I needed an experience that only God could bring me through it.
It had to happen,
For the glory of God.
~2017
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