A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.
A poem or a verse may be said to be worth while when it finds its way into the special crevice of a person's need.
Most of us want a quiet, peaceful life. The word generally used to describe this is-"Security"-a state of well-being, of freedom from irksome care, from danger, from anxiety. However, when devotion to security is carried too far, it becomes a vice that stunts the personality. To avoid anything that is new and different, unless success is absolutely assured, prevents us from making full use of our potentialities.
Unless we are willing to take a chance on the unknown, our horizon becomes narrowed, our ambition stifled, and there can be no progress. The person adventurous enough to take a chance is putting his enthusiasms to work. Without enthusiasm there can be no fruit of enjoyment.
Granted the goal desired is truly wise, is really worth fighting for, a verse having the capacity to inspire can impel us to persevering action.
"I AM A SINNER LORD"
Danny Rhoades, Author
I am a sinner Lord, I know
For sin surrounds me here below
With every stormy wind, that blows
I fear you see, my naked soul.
In lifes garden, I'm found to hide
For fear you see, my shamefull pride
With every stormy swelling tide
I fear the thorns, stuck in my side.
Your blood filled fountain, I clearly see
As I bow down, upon my knees
Your loving kindness, on Covery's Tree
You rose from the grave, to save sinners, like me.
Forth Of July Soldier
On the Forth of July
In the United States
A Soldier fought and died
For Independence Day
He fought for his country
He poured out his blood
The Red Coats kept coming
But the Soldier did not budge
He fought in the cold
He fought in the heat
He fought in the sky
He fought in the sea
He fought for our land
In the mud and in the briars
So we can all be FREE
And America be ours
On the Forth of July
When your out having fun
Just remember the Soldiers
Who died and had none
Then remember the other Soldiers
Who fought other wars
Who kept our country FREE
But left them with scares
A Soldier is special
We all should agree
Thank God for the Soldiers
Who kept America FREE
On the forth of July
A Soldier still working
A Soldier still dies
Danny Rhoades, Author
Your family are people, you can depend,
If you get in trouble, they shall defend.
They are the one's that understand,
Always willing to give you a hand.
Your family, you should always cherish,
Without them you would probably perish.
Your connection with them is very deep,
If something happens, together you weep.
You family can help, your confidence build,
With their love and support, you'll feel fulfilled.
Just don't forget to show your appreciation,
That will strengthen your relation.
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BY RODDY LUMSDEN
Tricky work sometimes not to smell yourself,
ferment being constant—constant as carnival sweat
(a non-stock phrase I palmed from a girl from Canada,
a land where I once saw this graffiti: life is great).
And I have tasted myself, especially when I spilled
sinigang all down my arm in a Pinoy workers' caff
in Little Manila. I drank sinigang (is soup drunk?)
in Big Manila too, with all its dead skyscrapers.
Seen myself? In looking glasses or, looking down,
stocky as a shift working cop, maybe a Mexican cop
full of beans (frijoles, I mean, not vim), paunch full
of sopa de vigilia, pulling over a sozzled bus driver.
Heard myself speak fluently in my own language,
have heard myself too described as hard work
(as hard to get through as Scotch broth), though once
someone rather bladdered told me I was magnetic.
And I may as well admit that I have touched myself
(who hasn't?). In a forest, on a train, in New York
and Paris with unparalleled handiwork, sinning
as I go, merry as an office boy spooning onion soup.
Life Still Has Meaning
If there is a future, there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.
Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.
If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.
Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.
So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,
If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.
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