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Carlene Simpson Poem
I once knew a poet named Carlene.
Whom you would assume was quite serene.
But screw-up, you'd better not!
Or you'll be in for a shock!
For her '***** slaps' can be unforeseen.
Written Feb. 24, 2016 for contest
Sponsored by: SKAT A
An original, poem on the theme of .....Sensitive Community ........
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Carlene Simpson Poem
Some are like leaves
They support you for a short while
They change with the seasons
Then with the slightest bit of wind
They are carried away
Some are like twigs
They are an essential part of the tree
But they can be broken off with little effort
And usually becomes birds’ nests
Or children’s play things
Some are like branches/limbs
They are necessary to maintain your balance
Occasionally you can go out on them
And at other times they way you down
But with strong winds, they are easily moved
Then there are those who are like roots
They keep you firm and grounded
In whatever soil you are planted
They are your life’s source
They rejuvenate and refresh you
Aspire to find and keep your root friends
Your life will be so much more fulfilling with them in it.
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Ability to face his fears, gone!
Bewitched by a demon for so long.
Could not conceive a positive thought.
Doom and dread was all he sought.
Echoing hallucinating voices in his mind.
Friendships meaningful, he could not find.
‘Go ahead, end it now!’….
He’d hear them say.
Interdict he should live to see another day.
Just then, he concluded what to do.
‘Kill myself undoubtedly, then I’ll stop feeling blue’.
Longing though to change his mind.
Moods flared up, of every kind.
Never had he felt this low.
Only solution is to merely let it go.
Pick a course; blade, gun or poison?
Quickest approach, without a reason!
Reflecting nothing, he simply acted.
Sanguinary wound, self-inflicted!
Thoughts of despair as he laid there bleeding.
Utter commotion, so very misleading.
Veils of black line the chapel floor.
Weeping eyes, dry no more.
Xylophonic gizmos the performers played.
Yawning a soft sweet serenade.
Zany acts could not be predicted, resulting in death, ‘self-inflicted!’
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I thank you for all I have experienced today.
I thank you for guiding me, protecting me, teaching me
and keeping me safe from harm this day.
I thank you for every meal I have eaten today.
I thank you for protecting my family today.
I thank you for every kind word spoken to me and about me today.
I thank you for every opportunity I had today to help somebody,
to listen to somebody, to remind somebody that each day is a blessing.
I thank you for forgiving me every time I was intolerant or impatient today.
I thank you for your grace, your compassion, your generous and unconditional love.
I thank you that you make it possible for us to do this again tomorrow.
Good Night GOD.
(the edited version)
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Illness we anticipate, but death we fear.
If dead, we cease to be.....
in total disbelief.
Swallows up life's brief existence.
Like summer gusts, so sudden.....
birth, then doom.
One's beginning and end alone doth it declare.
But are we whole of being?
If the breath alone be 'life' itself,
If even a soul like Vasco can know death.
Oh man! Thou body wasteless.
With it's strange purposes and dreaded activities...
whilst he gazed on eternity.
Retreating slowly, with meditative pauses, he formed with peaceful hands unconsciously.....
and then, he was gone.
These costless expressions of my shadowy self.
Be sad! Be glad! Be neither!
There is no reason why!
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With time we get old.
With time we accomplish our goals.
With time broken hearts are healed.
With time secrets are revealed.
With time night turns into day.
With time memories fade away.
Your destiny.....will always be…….with time.
Jan. 21, 2016
Written for contest: 'Forty', by Silent One.
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YOU'VE GOT TO BE MISTAKEN, YOU MUST BE WRONG!!!
I cried so hard, for so long
Only seven,
I’m too young to be an orphan
I remember it, as if it were like yesterday
When they took me down to the parlor
To identify my parents’ bodies
Here today, gone tomorrow
Less good than bad examples I did follow
No someone in my life to give me unconditional care
Until he came along, such a dear
But like all the others, expectations he had
And as would a horror movie, it all went bad
PUSH!!!
It’s as if I was looking down on my body
Was that my imagination or the nurse screaming at me
More miraculous things have been known to happen
As I slowly drift back to reality
Is that a baby, whose is he?
HAPPY TWENTIETH!!! They shouted
Another birthday another year
Being a single mother has its wear and tear
Days turn into weeks, then into months and years
As I watched my restless juvenile, turn my aspirations into fears
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU ARROGANT FOOL!!!
The cops were here again today,
I thought you were in school
I’m tired of them always, giving me the third degree
I’ll rather get rid of you
Than you causing the death of me.
So with the trials of passing times
Her health begins to fade
But she could not forget about him
Because he was her child
And he will always be a part of her
Body, soul and mind
Entered in the "TORMENTED - Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Nathan D.
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S-aviour is what you are to me,
you rescued me from a life of immorality.
A-shamed ashamed of how I use to be,
thank you Lord, you set me free!
V-ile and Wicked was my name,
you died on the cross and bore my shame.
I-magine how I would have been,
if Jesus had not bore my sin.
O-rder would not have been restored,
because such a price I could not afford.
U-nited with Christ is my desire to stay,
now, forever and always.
R-edeemer and King my God you are,
my all in all, my life, my Star!!
January 14, 2016
Inspired by:
Psalm 144 verses 3 & 4.
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Late for work again, I am
Caught in a traffic jam
I know I’ll get yelled at again
The boss is really not my friend.
I do not have to work today
Because it is a holiday
No rush, no fuss, I’ll sleep in late
And snuggle-up beside my mate.
March 5, 2016
For contest; "It Was One Of Those Mornings"
Sponsored by Sara Kenrick
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I liked it like that.
Going around with my head held down,
My eyes to the ground,
Hoping nobody sees me.
If the spotlight's on me,
I tend to get nervous.
My body transforms in order to help me focus.
Thinking up things to pass the time,
Harvesting my visions,
Just to ease my mind.
I rise!
My aim is to reach the top,
The bottom is not someplace I intend to stay a lot.
I'll run, walk, crawl, slither
Because with each agonizing step my life is supposed to get better.
These aspirations will manifest in precious time,
Cause if they don't,
I’m bound to lose my mind!
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