My Life In Poetry

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Tag: Struggles

  • The Faith That We Hope

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    I prayed for healing,But it didn’t come.Why does God onlyAnswer yes to some? I prayed for protection,But it never came.Was it something I did?Was God only to blame? I don’t have an answer.I can’t explain.Buy I can’t let thatCause my faith to wain. For faith is a hopeOf what we can not see.There is always…

  • Milton’s Neighbors

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    The relentless winds died down.The rising waters receded.The neighbors came outTo see what all was needed. The many hazards were weighed.The massive damage was assessed.The neighbors came outTo clean up what was messed. The rescues bravely were conducted.The injured swiftly were treated.The neighbors came outTo help those felt defeated. The missing and dead were mourned.The…

  • Hai-Kudos: Lincoln

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    Log cabin dwellerLink on societal slightsUntimely final act

  • Destination

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    If you just keep moving, God will lead you to your destination.

  • Do or Say

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    Is there anything I can do or say that would bring back your smile?Is there anything I can do or say that would make life again worthwhile?Is there anything I can do or say that would make it more okay?Is there anything I can do or say that would give you a better day?If there…

  • Take A Seat: The Greensboro Four

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    They just wanted coffee.They just wanted to sit.They just wanted someoneTo have to admit,That they should be treatedLike others being served,That they should shareIn what everyone deserves. But they were told,Time and time again,That those seats were reservedFor more deserving men.But day after day,They came back to tryTo sit at the counterAnd to diversify Until…

  • Perceptions Over the Phone

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    Photo by Chivalry Creative on Unsplash After I have a conversation,I often feel a disturbing sensation,Like what I’ve said was misunderstood,Perceived to be rude or not very good,Like whatever I said may have hurt their feelings,Or didn’t come across as socially appealingLike whatever I said wasn’t what I quite intended,And I need to call back…

  • Let Go, Let God

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    Although I’m sometimes sad, I’m not without hope.It doesn’t have to end with a gun or a rope.For I know God loves me and I know He loves you too,So just hang on one more day, that’s all you need to do. Then another and another, until you begin to seeThis too shall soon pass,…

  • Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Red Refinement

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    Water falls to cleanse.Scrub away all of my sins.A new life begins.

  • Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Blue Refinement

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    Morning tears are shed.Push to make it out of bed,After prayers are said.

  • Help Me Make It

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    I don’t have a poem today. I don’t have very much to say. Just simply this, Lord, I pray, Help me make it through this day. I don’t have a song today. I don’t have very much to say. Maybe tomorrow, Lord, I pray. Help me make it one more day. I do have a…

  • Tragedy (Be Careful What You Say)

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    The sinking of the Titanic: April, 15th, 1912 They said that you would never fail at sea.But, down you sank into the depths of night.So confident, you sailed majestically,Till humble too late, you gave up the fight. But down you sank into the depths of night,Taking with you many innocent lives,Till humble too late, you…

  • One Day with You

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    One day, I’d love to walk with youHolding hands, side by side,To run to you from far away,Our bodies to collide. One day, I’d love to stand and hugWithout holding on so tightFor fear of falling, not from wantingTo dance close with you all night. One day, I’d love to freely move,Less work for you…

  • The Civil Sonnet

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    Those gallant men who fought the warWithout real food, reprieve or rest,Who never quit, though tired or sore,There greatest foe, their greatest test. Brave men in grey, brave men in blue,Good friends who chose a different side;Their way of life was split in two.Their bodies were not all that died. No one should blame the…

  • Get Me Through the Day

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    Show me what to do Lord.Teach me what to say.Make me still and listen,To get me through the day.

  • Judging Appearances

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    It is a fear…Being distant and too guardedMight make one seem a bit cold-hearted.But that might not be the caseIf looking closely at their face.They might be saddened or be scared,Not the fact that they’ve not cared.They might be putting up a front-And to be just downright blunt-You shouldn’t judge them solely,Acting all righteous and…

  • Time and Effort

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    Sometimes things happen in life to teach us important lessons,If we take the time and effort to learn them,They can become our greatest blessings.

  • Think of It this Way

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    Some people look at my chair with awe.Some people look at it with pity.The former I think inspiring.The latter I think quite shi***. My posture is quite crooked.My spine never will be straight.Some think it a cosmic tragedy,I was resigned to such a fate Everything I do is much harder,But when achieved, more satisfying too.Just…

  • The Lord Will Provide

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    Whatever our ripples, or how turns the tide,Among great tempest, the Lord will provide! In times of sorrow, and times of need,Wait on the Lord to comfort and feed. In times of sickness, and times of dread,Wait on the Lord, for He is not dead. In times of loneliness, in times of doubt,Wait on the…

  • Venting

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    A Metaphor I want meat, not brothTo feel like some wasteful sloth;To taste the grizzle of each new day,Gnashing between my teeth.I want the spice of life to take,Not just the crumbs thrown down to meOn the cold, hard floor.I’m tired of taking the scrapsThat happen to fall at my feet,But, can’t yet grasp the…

  • The Problem with Pedestals

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    They put her on a pedestalAnd there alone she stood,On such a tiny space,On such fragile wood.They praised her for the heights she reached.They praised her for her poise.Their praises grew so thunderousSoon all she heard was noise. At such heights, the air grew thin.Her breath grew hard to keep.The clouds passed by from time…

  • Accomplishment Starts with You

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    Edgar GuestDescribed it best.It’s up to youTo do the thingsYou want to do.To be the bestWith the thingsYou quest. No one will tell youHow it’s done.It’s up to youTo be number one. So, if appraisal is what you hear,Be very thankful and share some cheer!But, if rejection is in the end,Be pleasant, be firm, and…

  • Boot Camp for Heaven

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    My life is boot camp for Heaven.My death a battleground for war.My soul the spoil for the victor;With Him I’ll rest for evermore. My soul will be tempted to quit.My mind will be tempted to stray.My body will thirst and hungerFor an easier, more peaceful way. My wounds and scars will heal.My body lifted when…

  • You Are Not Alone

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    I have something for you to readIf you ever feel the need.If you’re feeling lonely and blue,Know that someone cares for you.If you’re feeling full of doubt,Know that we can work it out!Just reread this little poemAnd know that you are not alone!

  • Each Day

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    Each day I wake.Each day I sleep. Each day I laugh.Each day I weep. Each day I hate.Each day I love. Each day I sink,Then rise above. Each day I hurt.Each day I heal. Each day I give.Each day I steal. Each day I teach.Each day I learn. Each day I wait,To take my turn.…

  • Facing Storms Together

    Facing Storms Together

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    When the rain starts to pour and the wind starts to blow, Stay right beside me, I won’t let you go. Even if it should storm through the night, I’ll be right beside you to calm all your fright. Don’t worry and fret when you see lightening flash. There is nothing to fear, for this…