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How do I know God listens,
I don't.
He could,
He couldn't.
But I'd guess he does,
Because when I wished not to suffer it was,
And whence I wished for love it was,
But not without my hand in work,
Tilling God's land.
Even if you don't believe, the bible is a great book and a literature marvel. You don't need to follow God to appreciate a masterpiece.
Riri Jan 29
It's been a while.
The birds keep chirping in the distance,
their melody steady, familiar.
I glance to the side, observing it all.
Was it the atmosphere that had changed,
or was it my heart whispering a thought?

I look down,
lost in reflection,
turning it over and over in my mind.
Now it feels like a cycle—
too many thoughts,
too many wanderings,
looping endlessly.
Jacob Jan 23
I sit out here upon my swiveled throne of humbled resplendence
Granted a momentary reprieve from work as storage is shuffled out
The early day's cool dance in contrast to the sun's blinding warmth
My desk was next to the bay door of a small warehouse.
Jenny Gordon Jan 19
So there. [What's with a gigantic motorhome the other day, and today a semi, literally driving out of their lane to push me off the road when I speed ahead on the ramp, then going back into their lane on the interstate as I try to figure out who's trying to **** me????? I didn't believe in PTSD until now.]

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLV)


From semis with an urge to **** sans bail,
To nary sleep 'cept two nights all week, whence?
No less than three sites Friday:  if my sense
Is badly *******, thank all the madness.  Frail,
Yet trying to stay atop, oh LORD, avail
Me, for despite my efforts, all's pretense.
I'm begging for dear sleep, recov'ry hence
In mind, if only, fearing to ask'd fail.
Thanks, thanks for all Thy mercies which in tour,
New ev'ry morning, never fail.  I knew
Ere this week t'would be tough, and feared for sure,
Yet Thou art my God and all is of You.
Tis Saturday; I'm fragile.  Come, bestir
Thy mercies, save me now.  I wait anew.

28Dec24
So, yeah, PTSD....I mean, I've been afraid of semis since I was knee high to a grasshopper, but this beats all, now I'm truly terrified.
I hate valentine's day,
Not because I hate to love.
But I hate how the pink heart holiday,
Is turning money green.

With the foolish new loves running around,
Wave a dollar in my face.
Write me a love poem for my girl!
Keep your money in your pants.
I won't take it,
How would I be if I chose to butcher art for money?

So I guess what they say is true,
The less words on this page,
The less thoughts on my face,
The less I write the better.
I want the truth of valentines back. No more flash deals, no more expensive gifts, give me the root feeling of love. And give the poet in me a break.
Kaiden Jan 1
You wake up.
Immediately, you check your phone.
The amount of things to do is unbearable,
But you have to get it done anyway.
Why?
You don't know.

You start doing the work by yourself,
No one there to help you yet.
As always.
You have to do everything alone.
Why?
You don't know.

You finish the work
And you feel empty.
You HAVE to do something, anything.
Why?
You don't know.

You're completely burnt out,
They ask you if you're okay.
You're not.
Why?
You don't know.
If you're reading this, PLEASE take a day off, i know work is important but i don't want the same to happen to you that happened to me.
Poetoftheway Dec 2024
“you should watch for what’s good and say so, watch for what’s bad and say that,
and be afraid of neither observation.
If you lose your temper, lose it; if you find yourself unexpectedly moved, admit it.
Keep your tools, compass and gyroscope,
clean, dry and level.”
Peggy Noonan,
columnist, author
<•>

good
Christmas Eve advice
getting harder to find,
wheat from chaff, and all that,
what’s sensible,
what’s defensible,
and what actually feels
A~ok!
as in
perhaps, it actually could be,
pause to think,
correct?
and:or:heck,
even right

so if you read the above ,
take it from a couple of senior geezers,
you just got a holiday freebie!
yeah, yeah, keep your powder dry,
just ain’t the same, sorry…

we talking tools and fools here,
them that keep you
on a course
of your owned free choice,
with an assist,
to  know your position & to
never to lose your balance

when everybody is
instantly
telling you what to think,
take that long pause,
use your tools,
to pick the problem up,
Rubik’s cube it,
twist and shout,
when the
solution emerges

‘tis the season for
preaching and overreaching,
but use this quietime pause,
look internal,
and keep your instinct and
inside tools oiled,
and mind open, clarified

wish you then, clear eyes, open ears & love;
wisdom, that’s up to you,
but, you’re a billionaire for sure,
use the grey cells you were given
thoughtfully & well,
and keep on looking for
‘what’s a good way,’
which is always an
everlasting work


                             nat lipstadt
12/24/24
5:45 pm
NYC
PUT IN THE WORK,
even if your LIFE
DEPENDS ON IT,

The MORROW of the STORY IS:
PUSH AND DON'T QUIT!!!

YES, THE CHALLENGE
can be HARD, but
HARD WORK PAYS OFF!!!

YOU ARE STRONGER
THAN YOU THINK, and
YOU ARE SO TOUGH!!!

HANG IN THERE and
GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT,

KEEP CLIMBING that MOUNTAIN
UNTIL YOU MAKE IT TO THE TOP!!

YOU ARE SO CLOSE TO
YOUR GOAL,
DON'T STOP!!

We ALL Have STRUGGLES,
we ALL have FEARS,

we ALL have DOWNFALLS,
and SHED MANY TEARS,

but ALWAYS
REMEMBER THAT:
JESUS IS NEAR!!

So, PLEASE TAKE HEED and
DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED,
PUT IN THE WORK, and in this:
BE ENCOURAGED!!


B.R.
Date: 12/22/2024
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