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thenami

Lets plant some words! Please feel free to post poetry, prose, any creative writing piece you would like to share, or a comment. Prayers are a most welcomed post : ) I will be using this thread as a place of self expression. I will share this poem with you all today:

might our father in heaven grant us with tolerance
to accept those friends we wish to help but cannot,
to love them unconditionally even when it hurts
to forgive their faults even though we fought,

in the name of Jesus Christ might we find the strength
to pray for those whom need to control their finance,
to understand their pain sorrows and woes
to lead those struggling in life to needed guidance,

might we pray for one another on this site
no matter whom we think is wrong or right~


Fair warning Im a typo queen so I will post lots of mistakes. We are humans after all... till we are made whole in heaven one day...
 
this space of the planet
a mustard seed of existence,
inside a random place met
making to me some sense,

creating the whole
fitting the specifications,
of this soup mix bowl
as the alphabet runs,

watered to from a well
might seem like nothing,
while thoughts spill and spell
forming what they bring...
 
a side of me can be serious indeed
diverse knowledge peeks through spiritual creed,
theres a time for all and my heart to bleed
but now I seek nourishment for my soul to feed,

through this garden I walk picking many a weed
to find flowers growing on this path I lead,
heres to my life travels sprouting like a seed
posting with happiness might I find what I need
 
I dedicate this poem to you AtomicSnowflake, for being the first to like my poetry :)

it is not what happens but how its handled
as we set the example for others,
we might just fix what has been dismantled
but do we name ourselves as brothers,

the stars shine on many lumens so bright
in the midst of darkness they gleam alone,
do we remember to give forth good light
then complain in ramblings as we moan,

might we recall better spirits to glow
on the earth like candles meant to guide,
and with happiness be open to grow
without judgement while we are on life's ride

with love may we embrace what is to come
until on this earth our time is done~

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I posted this write a long while ago on another site, and wished to share it here. It resonates deep within me, as to the tragedy of forgotten history. New Yorker's don't even know their own city (born/raised there and on Long Island). I hope its alright to post something non spiritual, as Im not sure whether or not this site permits such creative license.


in all the noise does anyone stop to listen
to the roaring deep inside the heart of it all,
the city is screaming loudly tonight
but no one wants to hear her cries,

she weeps alone creeping across the side walks
in between the congestion of traffic,
lit up like a holiday store front window
but no one wants to see her there,

can refuge be found in the alleys or some kindness
with the rain and a broom she is still forgotten,
the city wants to be clean even for a moment
but no one wants to wipe her dirty tears,

she is forsaken by the moonlight as it turns again
hiding sorrows in the new sunshine of designer dress,
as the business class returns in a hurried pace
while no one wishes to remember her,

NYC is screaming loudly today
but no one wants to hear her cries,
she is calling out to memories of old
and in return the cold concrete lies...
 
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Time for some plain ole prose... I suppose...

Its 12:59am EST, and Im awake as usual. Horrid insomnia is just one of a slew of related symptoms of HLA-B27 (ankylosing spondylitis). Yay Im one of the eight percent of people in the world with this rare form of arthritis! Sarcasm can be a good friend during the even wee-er hours of the morning let me tell ya. Mirror mirror on the wall, did you see me on my booty fall? I think I shook the street lamp outside. We aren't in Cali so this minor quake lasted only a few seconds. Haus needs to leave his toys off the stairs; hes not always the best dog a human can love. It would help if I actually looked before stepping, but hey I never said the psi levels in my brain didn't need adjustment.

Ah, but back to the positives! The stairs are still here! Hurricane Dorian could have actually taken them out along with the house. Alas we are all well and the power only flickered. I got to sleep in a real bed this year. Woo hoo! Last year it was on an air mattress at church for two months cause hurricane Florence flooded all lower lying areas. I miss living at church; I had the huge kitchen to myself most of the time, and I could pray in the chapel every morning. I even got to host those nice Red Cross workers and cook them breakfast. Adds happiness doing the Lords work doesn't it? He wanted me staying there for a reason. Im thankful for my congregation :)

So Glory To God! Thank you Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ, for your glorious mercy, ever loving kindness, keeping us all safe, this house and please help everyone posting on this site, each according to their own needs, Amen.

Its now 1:15am and I know Im not everyones cup of tea, nor are my writes. The one thing I do know for sure- Our God is an Awesome GOD! Now Ive got that song stuck in my head.

Time for a naproxen so I don't ache while I lay here solving the worlds greatest problems in my mind before I blink again.
May everyone be thankful even for the tribulations. Good things do happen to balance our lives.

Nighty all, post with you soon. Peace, happiness, and chocolate.
 
thenami said:
Lets plant some words! Please feel free to post poetry, prose, any creative writing piece you would like to share, or a comment. Prayers are a most welcomed post : )
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Thanks very much for your post, your poems… beautiful and insightful.

It inspired me to wrote a poem as below… if the word count or phrase or rhyme passed some rules of it :)

Thanks for your prayers brothers and sisters here in this forum… as I know many good people here and it reminds me of Saint James have said: the prayer of righteous person is powerful and effective.

Matthew 13:7

"Thanks be to God.

As I look down, left and right, I see these thorny bushes as I do my rushes.

Am not sure if I look up high enough as these thorn leaves chokes or cover my eyes up.

But am thankful God’s light still passes thru, and pray that someday as I grew up:

Grew taller and stronger or that these thorny bushes simply banishes,

Believing what He authored He always finishes"
 
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Blessings to you aha; you have added much happiness to my heart this morning with your post~ hugs
There is no right or wrong way when expressing one's self through language. No poetic form police here; I enjoy writing in free verse often myself.

In my physical pain, and insomnia I tend to simply post without thinking much which helps me a lot. To make more sense of my post, and in retrospect I feel the need for clarification. I was stuck here last summer because I was lied to. My realtor said closing on this home would be on Sept. 7th, 2018. I moved all my things down here, and awaited closing. Then I was told they never said that. Well Florence had plans of her own, and I went all the way to Greensboro to find the only room I could in a dive motel. Everything was booked clear into Tennessee. I cleaned the entire room, being it was in dire need of major help. I even cleaned the mold out of the air conditioning unit. It was very gross let me tell you, and I always wore shoes.

When I came back through all the flooding happened, and I was stuck at church (the roads were closed). I had offers to stay with members, but declined due to my insomnia. I couldn't even check on the house. This home is thankfully on high ground, and this area literally turns into an island when it floods. Well I fought with the realtors which wanted me to do owner occupancy. I refused to pay rent on a home I was buying; it was a short sale. By November I had enough, and went to the original listing agent. I informed the owner I would make a formal complaint to the Board of Realty in Washington D.C. for getting me stuck here during a national emergency, not sticking to our original contract, and trying to force me into paying for owner occupancy. By the 15th of November I finally closed. I think they saw a female alone, and were trying to take advantage of me. When GOD is in charge... things work out!!!

GOD is an Awesome GOD!!! I give HIM all the glory for this beautiful home; it is the answer to many prayers. Now that song will be stuck in my head again. Everyone have a very blessed day. Im off to work. TTY'all later...

God is talking to you, are you listening?
 
aha said:
Thanks very much for your post, your poems… beautiful and insightful.

It inspired me to wrote a poem as below… if the word count or phrase or rhyme passed some rules of it :)

Thanks for your prayers brothers and sisters here in this forum… as I know many good people here and it reminds me of Saint James have said: the prayer of righteous person is powerful and effective.

Matthew 13:7

"Thanks be to God.

As I look down, left and right, I see these thorny bushes as I do my rushes.

Am not sure if I look up high enough as these thorn leaves chokes or cover my eyes up.

But am thankful God’s light still passes thru, and pray that someday as I grew up:

Grew taller and stronger or that these thorny bushes simply banishes,

Believing what He authored He always finishes"
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Hello Aha;

Thank you for your kind words to the family here and for your warm poem. I love how you join in the topics yet keep a gentle spirit during the discussions. Praise God for your ministry and will share more with you soon.

God bless you and your family, brother.


thenami said:
Blessings to you aha; you have added much happiness to my heart this morning with your post~ hugs
There is no right or wrong way when expressing one's self through language. No poetic form police here; I enjoy writing in free verse often myself.

In my physical pain, and insomnia I tend to simply post without thinking much which helps me a lot. To make more sense of my post, and in retrospect I feel the need for clarification. I was stuck here last summer because I was lied to. My realtor said closing on this home would be on Sept. 7th, 2018. I moved all my things down here, and awaited closing. Then I was told they never said that. Well Florence had plans of her own, and I went all the way to Greensboro to find the only room I could in a dive motel. Everything was booked clear into Tennessee. I cleaned the entire room, being it was in dire need of major help. I even cleaned the mold out of the air conditioning unit. It was very gross let me tell you, and I always wore shoes.

When I came back through all the flooding happened, and I was stuck at church (the roads were closed). I had offers to stay with members, but declined due to my insomnia. I couldn't even check on the house. This home is thankfully on high ground, and this area literally turns into an island when it floods. Well I fought with the realtors which wanted me to do owner occupancy. I refused to pay rent on a home I was buying; it was a short sale. By November I had enough, and went to the original listing agent. I informed the owner I would make a formal complaint to the Board of Realty in Washington D.C. for getting me stuck here during a national emergency, not sticking to our original contract, and trying to force me into paying for owner occupancy. By the 15th of November I finally closed. I think they saw a female alone, and were trying to take advantage of me. When GOD is in charge... things work out!!!

GOD is an Awesome GOD!!! I give HIM all the glory for this beautiful home; it is the answer to many prayers. Now that song will be stuck in my head again. Everyone have a very blessed day. Im off to work. TTY'all later...

God is talking to you, are you listening?
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Hello thenami;

Thank you for your testimony! Your poetry blesses us and what speaks to my heart is how you express the challenges in your and all of our faith walk, yet God is still in the center and "works it and through us" all for His glory. This ministers to me and feeds my hope in all things in Christ.

Keep writing, thenami!

God bless you and your family.
 
Amen! It is my gift from our Father in heaven, that he has bestowed upon me, and I am truly blessed with you all on this site. After many years of internet bullying and persecution, I have finally been lead to a Godly place to post. Im crying tears of joy as I type this. Not all Christian sites are what they claim to be, and allow bad behavior from the unsaved. Its huge, I mean like really Huge to feel the way I do right now. I finally found the internet home where the Lord wants me to be. The rest was practice in appreciation of this day. Ok I need tissues :) Thank you Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ for the tribulations I have endured on the internet, and for my new found brothers and sisters in Christ. The glory is yours Father. The beautiful glory is yours. May I continue to grow and glow for you father. Amen.


To friends of Old

a forgotten story of us and the night
too long ago for many of us to remember
now only a fading tale that seldom floats through
when a simple gesture triggers a memory

where did the tears go we aren't all still here
who knows where some of our once beloved reside
as we think of them in some pleasant scenario
wishing they all have found what they were seeking

are they even still alive to think of us in return
have the miles upon our scars created cob webs of distance
that only a spiders fine thread might keep together
as the minutes blended into decades of layered dust

treasure chest in the mind what old memories shall we find
digging in the backyard of distressed jean pockets
that don't fit us anymore because we are different people
it seems odd that things so important don't matter anymore

retrospection is one thing most don't care to visit
as society continues to eat our brains for dinner
telling us whatever it is they want us to hear
while we trade precious time for their for profit

how our hearts wish to resolve life's dichotomies
when there is no Monopoly board nor Park Place
only the struggles of our own personal realities
skewed upon by whatever face retail has us wearing

might we find the strength to turn the world off
and reconnect with some friends of old
even if only for a little while to share thoughts
of the years of many smiles~
 
thinking of things I forgot to say loud
I mumble under my breath quietly
is red white and blue the home of the proud
at one time this was the land of the free,

but now violence is the hurricane
and shooting people the forest fire
front pages report the insanity
as their secrets wallow in the mire,

I pledge of allegiance to this my flag
as others choose to burn or ignore it
battered blood red it is not an old rag
her glory flies for some that seem unfit,

my land that I love I will stand for you
after all this and more red white and blue
 
An old write from 2011...

sitting in a local coffee shop
as I browse through the books
I have displayed before me
seemingly preoccupied but not now
for some of the people are too interesting
in their choices of unfashionable attire
that looks like the sales rack
from two years ago all wrinkled

faded and wondering how they made it
thrown together in a hurry
of I really dont care what I look like
as they parade themselves on display
looking for the perfect read
in some lost and found department
of confused souls seeking sanity
like they have so much baggage
it will just get dropped off at the curb

so they could start over again
and complain about different things
to people that dont want to listen
makes me think if they own mirrors
why they cant see they are packages
that reflect whats on the inside
then theres the ones that try too hard
jumping off the pages of the latest sales ads

pristine and pressed almost perfectly
with hair finely plastered in place
attentions made to every detail down to socks
looking sharp and smart and social
in their costly conglomerations of technology
e-mailing on one device as they talk on another
taking multi tasking to the newest dimensions
allowable by the marketing of latest gadgets

smelling fantastic while they breeze through
knowing exactly what they seek and where it is
like its been there all this time waiting for them
dont forget about the average everyday normals
thats can fit in anywhere with anything
blending into the background not quietly
but making their presence known
in a subtle manner peeking through

the selections with nothing in particular
coming to mind but something
that strikes imaginations and an interest
of some long hidden secret desire
that managed to surface itself in a smile
with an air of confidence that indeed
this is what they have been seeking
taking a steady pace to the registers

all to ready to go back to their normal lives
in their modest cars with good gas mileage
a clean but cluttered average home
their jobs they don't like but not too much
1.5 kids a dog and a stray cat they feed
movie nights from an internet service
complete with microwave popcorn
and a frozen pizza on paper plates


there they wait impatiently to make the purchase
as I simply sit enjoying my $5 cup of delight
warm and yummy filling me with happiness
making my tongue smile from the inside out
thankful for the free entertainment
my mind chooses to give me
here at a table in a corner
just thinking.....
 
Might you ease the heart aches of those whom need it
may you calm their suffering swiftly as only you can
you will bring peace and justice where needed
for those whom seek and think they cannot find it
please wipe the tears of the children
and let them all know of your glory
I ask Father that you bring back some sunshine
and shine light in the darkness of tragedy
giving the strength needed to carry on...

in the name of Jesus Christ Amen.

Ecclesiastes 3:4 - There is a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 - But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.

John 11:25 - Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:
Psalms 147:3 - He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

John 3:16 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

2 Corinthians 1:3 - Blessed [be] God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort;

1 Corinthians 10:13 - There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God [is] faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear [it].

Colossians 1:13 - Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated [us] into the kingdom of his dear Son

John 16:22 - And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you.

Proverbs 17:17 - A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

2 Peter 3:9 - The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.

John 14:6 - Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
 
I feel I am nothing but a child
while in your eyes my Father in heaven,
on this earth I know I have been wild
and swallowed whole into the devils den,

it is through amazing grace we are freed
that you do forgive the sins of mankind,
through your Son whom died for us all indeed
it is a gift to those that seek and find,

I wear my armor keeping good courage
my feet are planted on your foundation,
with bow and arrow might I aim and gauge
shooting prayer fourth for your great nation,

keep my strength as a warrior for you
fighting on battlegrounds red white and blue
 
thenami said:
Ive been trying to post some old poetry from another site, and do some editing. It brought the link with. Hope that's ok...
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Hello thenami;

I didn't open the link but am sure its ok. May I ask, is it a Christian forum?

In the past when I authored a thread or post from another site, I would usually copy the whole topic and paste it at the forum I want to share with.

Meantime, I'm enjoying your poems!

God bless you, thenami, and your family.
 
No, it is not. There are a few Christian members there I posted with on other sites (that are now deleted). I refuse to post there anymore cause I have been bullied by one of the new liberal atheist mods. You wont hurt my feelings if you delete the link; I tired but ran out of time. I simply have been cutting and pasting bits of my posts, some of which were brought there from those other sites. So little of over ten years of my poetry remains as forums disappear. Im simply trying to get a few of my writes here before they are gone again.

Not all of my posts on other sites were Christian related. I am a sinner; a saved one that tries much harder in recent years to reflect my gifted light.
It is truly a blessing being among like minded saved souls to encourage me to be a better Christian on the internet too.

God bless you and yours too Bob, and everyone reading.
 
from 2013...

autumn wind cools my studio
letting in the rush of colorful leaves
as they wish to rapidly say hello
before they are all too crunchy

Ive been turning the heat on
memories filling my aching bones
as my bitter sweet Carolina blue
remains warm and cozy

sometimes I don't feel I live here
its kind of like a waking dream
cause my feet wanna wonder
through yet another adventure

and they discover the cement
far from oceans of emerald green
forced to skip in traffic instead
when all they want is some sand
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I sure love the back roads
Spanish moss in the oak trees
the pines speak to me in whispers
telling tall tales of the civil war
on the old battle fields now sleeping
with blankets of soy beans growing
their small green leaves shining
among way too old tobacco fields

standing there tall and getting brown
which way did all the cows go
there were here the last drive through
too many horses ate too much alfalfa grass
and are too lazy to let anyone ride them today
let me follow a trucker hauling pine
cut fresh from the woods not far from here
in big long heaps of why do they kill nature

scaring the deer right into the hands of hunters
it is bow season in these parts dont ya know
makes me wanna scream "run Bambi run"
and spray perfume every place I can manage
reminding me that man is earths worst enemy
as I pass the trucker playing cat and mouse with me
for miles and miles never letting me pass till I just do
turning around the next bend to the pretty dam along the way

as fisherman sit quietly on the bank wishing for dinner
rolling past the corn still needing to be harvested
as the sun dances upon my windshield
making me squint even with my sun glasses on
saying hurry up and get to Altmans station
to myself inside my head swimming in thoughts
so I can stop and take a leak before I explode
really wanting one of their awesome hot dogs that rock

for under two bucks with a fountain drink
cant beat that I tell ya it makes the trip
and then I can stand the fact that someone is eating deer
someone is sitting in a pine chair and a pine table
smoking local grown cigarettes like its their last pack
and then it just all seems ok again
as I make it through the last stretch home
thankful for the drive
 
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2010 maybe?


to shine a light or never I shall not stumble in darkness
my inner compass leads me by instinct,
onward the paths have already been worn
for we really have not gone were no one has walked,

nor created what has not been designed before
I think I may be unique or even special for some of my actions,
but I can never really be even though they are mine
as I did write them on paper for anyone to read,

so how dare any of us judge another when we do the same things
these words shall not change the world around me,
but grow inside me causing the vehicle of time to progress
with each step I take forward moving on and on and on,

might I continue to have patience courage endurance and hope
to understand not all around me is as it seems to be,
and the costumes displayed with vanity will one day have to be removed
revealing we are nothing more than humans yet how humane?

in a world that chooses to sell each other in the daytime
and illusions are hidden by sweetness kindness sunshine,
step into midnight it calls thee and play upon black
it is with the lack of color I use my senses without sight,

understanding the road maps in my mind are what guide me
leading through this wilderness to the end of my journey,
by the good will of God I shall make it to my end here
and call heaven my final home...
 
I breathe deep
for my gathered gloom
quickly evaporates
through each exhale,
as I watch closely
to the birds rest
but not so quietly
cause my pitt chases them,
from their calm comfort
in a pretty peach tree
he knows not right
only what we deem wrong,
nor of the chaos created
in those wee little hearts
covered in colorful wings
while I sit sipping coffee,
so finely ground it settles
into mud on the bottom
of my tiny delicate cup
wishing I had much more,
from a now distant place
I once called home
in another language
as I lay beside the pool,
I emptied it all too early
but Im glad that its clean
as I snooze guilt free
with a wet frisbee at my feet,
and a dog that knows
I'll play when when ready
as he too takes a nap
and lets me listen to the birds
 
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