Alphabet Soup Garden Varieties

Garee

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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

Great parables as poems .Simular to the songs of songs parbles the language of God. God singing to us revealing to us the mysteries .

Years ago..

"The shoreless ocean"

God’s love come close and kiss as the sky kisses the sea. . . be near and press the lips of you resistance against the airing of my own opinions .Then I would rise to your limits as I float encircled by the whirlpool of your bondless love . Yet you pull away that I may inhale the sweet fragrance of your kindness . This separation tosses me to and fro . . yet the stillness of your presence is ever before me calming the waves of anxiety . As I gravitate in your love torrents of Joy again elevate your presence and anchor a living hope that I might not move with unreasonable currents of anticipation Though the clouds of doubt move steadily to and fro the calmness of your Love guides me on a course that returns to you. May the lighthouse of Love continue to shine sending out the rays ever keeping us with in your light For your love is better than life itself as the very storeroom.
 
I am fed by adversaries whom wish to destruct my flesh
in colorful lies of full of creamy artificial flavorings,

with discontent printed upon the fashionable wrappers
while they slowly sell their tales of virtue and happiness,

when misconduct is tattooed upon their sown seeds
watered in waste of the pollution created by their peers,

all the the name of let me steal your paycheck for taxes
so I can buy myself another designer mask to hide behind
 
there is a secret place few can understand
guarded like a hidden treasure of old,
filled with memories as it does expand
stories of a lifetime that could be told,

but as they lay quietly in the day
thriving well in the sunshine of smiles,
carefully placed a selected array
like personal historical files,

might a correct earnest shovel be found
to dig inside and discover gems rough,
those now dusty elements from the ground
and realize all the work wasnt too tough,

for much else though there is no guarantee,
the best things in life really are for free~
 

bobinfaith

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there is a secret place few can understand
guarded like a hidden treasure of old,
filled with memories as it does expand
stories of a lifetime that could be told,

but as they lay quietly in the day
thriving well in the sunshine of smiles,
carefully placed a selected array
like personal historical files,

might a correct earnest shovel be found
to dig inside and discover gems rough,
those now dusty elements from the ground
and realize all the work wasnt too tough,

for much else though there is no guarantee,
the best things in life really are for free~

Hello thenami;

No matter the tasks or challenges that come our way, you are always a constant, writing with substance that speaks to us, giving our Lord and Savior all the glory.

Thank you for sharing Alphabet Garden Soup Varieties.

God bless you and your family, sister.
 
yanno its funny when I read and reread some of my writes
I can find them in corners on the internet though these days
they are fewer and father between the gaps of cyberspace
but there is one thing that does remain as I age rapidly
the evolution of the solution to the mind pollutions I expel
could sometimes be so cryptic a message I leave for myself
that even I could interpret them entirely differently
than how or why I wrote them in the first place

and that brings me to the point of this: biblical scripture
no matter how many times we read and reread something
or at what point in our lives we are drinking milk
maybe swallowing whole bites of meat ripped raw
free will gives us unique perspectives from our personality
and I just think thats some real tea to share with y'all
cause we all interpret things from our life experiences
and its God whom created us to be this way :)

love peace and pop tarts- (jus' something Ive said for years)
 
it is probable that I have issues
and people like me really need meetings,
it's undeniable I get the blue's
when I dont get my chocolate greetings,

a simple formula that I live by
is hiding a box or two here and there,
my addiction certainly makes me cry
when I discover the empty ones bare,

my problem is I am in love with them
and nothing seems to make me happier,
some have a surprise hidden little gem
like nuts or fruit inside their wrappier,

coconut caramel cherries and more,
I love these chocolates that I adore!

(confessions or should I say confections? of a chocoholic... lol)
 
self perception is the muther of invention
but how others see us is a whole other picture
cause in someone else's story someplace
we are the bad guy and there is no changing that

no matter how nice polite kind or charitable we are
there are people we will never please
whom will always condemn us harshly
for what we were suppose to do and didnt

they will remember every single mistake
so they can point them out like failure flags
and quote or twist our virtues to suit themselves
only to spit on them when they willingly choose

to those whom do thrive on these behaviors
I really do wish you have the best day ever!
cause my happiness is the face of your adversity
still rocks while I laugh on the inside

laughter sometimes is still the best medicine
along with a prayer or two three or five
that and I do get satisfaction from knowing
how much I can piss someone off just by being nice
 

bobinfaith

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self perception is the muther of invention but how others see us is a whole other picture cause in someone else's story someplace
we are the bad guy and there is no changing that


no matter how nice polite kind or charitable we are
there are people we will never please
whom will always condemn us harshly
for what we were suppose to do and didnt

they will remember every single mistake
so they can point them out like failure flags
and quote or twist our virtues to suit themselves
only to spit on them when they willingly choose

to those whom do thrive on these behaviors
I really do wish you have the best day ever!
cause my happiness is the face of your adversity
still rocks while I laugh on the inside

laughter sometimes is still the best medicine
along with a prayer or two three or five
that and I do get satisfaction from knowing
how much I can piss someone off just by being nice

Hey thenami;

I blue-lighted the line that hit me. When I had or have issues with people, I'll pray and suggest to the Lord they're the bad guy. But then I thought, how many people did I piss off and how many prayed to God because I was the bad guy? Perspective or conviction?

When a memory pops up of people in the past that I bumped heads with and no forgiveness in sight, I'll cringe but go straight into prayer with God to help me make it right.

God bless you, sister and your family.
 
...but thats the entire point of my write bobinfaith

We can always pray to make things right; this is a truth. However we do not have control over the actions, thoughts and feelings of others. Therefore we cant always make things right. Sometimes trying makes them much worse in the unsaved population. Thats where the self satisfaction of kindness comes in, and smiling to myself because I can still be nice to my adversaries. This fact does irritate, annoy and piss off others whom just simply cant grasp that idea. There are people in the world whom dont give a hoot. There is no changing them, nor the fact that in their eyes WE are the bad guys. In their life story we are the villains. No one has to like that reality.

Heres to self expression in any creative form; mine on this site happen to be in poetry and prose. No one has to agree with my personal views.
 
the careful preservation of one's most beloved memories
may include those that belong to others along life's journey
might I remember them with the same thoughtful respect
as I do the cherished artworks of time etched in my mind
and tattooed upon my heart forever stained with their joy
wrapped with my flesh to keep them safe and warm inside~
 
thank our Father furious days such as this
with his hope will soon become forgotten
for with him my feet will be joy dancing
every ache in this body will be liberated
free from the bondage of rapid aging flesh
no more retinol night creams or toothpaste
nor my favorite worn robe from mom's closet
I wont hear the brain fog misting in my head
wishing to ramble nothingness about something
just to have some semblance of mind function
cause at this point I understand what it must feel like
to be a zombie of some sort cause I cant possibly
still be alive with how much everything hurts
time for a not bath and some naproxen
peace out peeps and have a blessed night
 
my jeep is talkin'
sayin' take me for a ride darlin'
my lazer blue paint
wants ta see some palm trees

and get some sand
in my moma's shoes and ma' tires
cause its a beach life baby
and we've got four days off

so come with us
on a lil' cruise
to a state park campground
someplace where I land

we be takin' prayer requests
catch y'all on the flip side of the slide
while I blast some tunes
with the sun in my face :)

time for a fasting from whole food in prayer road trip
(I drink a shake mix thing)
 

Garee

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The Key ----The Open Door

What a miracle the love you have revealed to teach us your thoughts you have not concealed. I spent my life soul searching to no avail imprisoned and locked without a key.

All my soul searching with all of my might could not help me I was losing the fight.

Spiritually blind and deaf I felt with my hands stumbling a tripping trying to stand .I gave up the search and determined again I would never be free. .

This prison I lived in so dark and so cold .God sent his Son to free be from this dark eternal abode. .

So bright is his love the powerful might it blinded my mind diminishing what I called sight

Then a soft gentile voice though spiritually deaf I did hear . “This is my Son who I am well pleased”. At the sight of his face I fell to my knee.

So brilliant was his countenance at last I could see as he revealed the reason why he died for me.

The prison doors swung open as I gazed at his face. I fell again and thanked for the gift of grace

He took me by the hand as I began to cry …he whispered to me .”This is why I chose to die”. .

I thanked him and followed as his light shone the way and marveled at the fact for my trespass he did pay.

My soul the restless wanderer is no more .He is the key- - the open door.
 
I havent left yet, as my youngest daughter is coming with. We decided to visit St. Augustine one more time, being we used to frequent the area. I will try my best to fast, as it is what I wish. Im thankful for the mother daughter time, as she was 18 the last time we took an FL road trip together. I hope her ankle can handle walking around, and remembering places we visited so long ago. There is the first Greek Orthodox shrine on this continent there, where we will light as candle in memory of those now passed on, and say a prayer. It is a tradition going back to our first family trip in the early 90's.
 

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I havent left yet, as my youngest daughter is coming with. We decided to visit St. Augustine one more time, being we used to frequent the area. I will try my best to fast, as it is what I wish. Im thankful for the mother daughter time, as she was 18 the last time we took an FL road trip together. I hope her ankle can handle walking around, and remembering places we visited so long ago. There is the first Greek Orthodox shrine on this continent there, where we will light as candle in memory of those now passed on, and say a prayer. It is a tradition going back to our first family trip in the early 90's.
oh my goodness, that is a sure blast of a time with alot of memories to come, Oo, enjoy the scenery and weather pray for travel mercies upon you/family🙂
 
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