Alphabet Soup Garden Varieties

I must find the music in all this rain
theres ping pinging on the roof of my Jeep,
guess these old winter fields were looking plain
cause theres lakes there now that look rather deep,

as the drops keep singing their favorite song
my mind keeps their off beat tinging in tune,
for warm bright sunshine my heart does long
but this wet weather somehow is immune,

dear water from the sky I do love you
but this rythm section is much played out,
thank you for the visit jamming the blues
but hurry up with your showering bout!

rain rain please its time to say go away
ive been drowning in your cloudy sorrow,
a week of this has been too long to stay
I really dont want you back tomorrow!


( thank you Cosia, Im good now for a month :) )
 
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eating right costs more
but I am feeling better
have a few appointments
with a string of new docs
lets see what medicine
can do for me this round
cant cure the flesh
ankylosing spondylitis
will do as it likes
unless our Father
in heaven deems otherwise
so I will pray in the name
of His Son Jesus Christ
that I am thankful for
my eternal home in heaven
cause this one is getting old

ox'
 
as we do receive wisdom through scripture
it is sometimes an unconscious effort,

my reactions without thinking might be
or are they simply some speedy retort?

if my writing leads to clearer thinking
may lessons come from the holy spirit,

granting me unique experiences
for this world cant locate the best permit,

yes acquired knowledge is beautiful
I understand to take action daily,

giving my brain power some exercise
and not to do so lightly or frailly,

secure believing what I cannot see
my unwavering faith is a free gift,

prayer conversation with our Lord
in Jesus Christs name my heart he does lift~
 
my mind is not a landfill
even though this world
believes it should be
as corruption is consumed
one sound one word
one sight one feeling

in precise combination
to melt our brains
into conformity
poured inside a mold
like we are wax figures
upon heaps of garbage

they force feed us
with their propaganda tube
shoved as far as it can
within this zeitgeist
of plastic personas
pretending to care

when in reality
most are so clueless
and dont care to find Christ
through that tinted glass
that binds them completely
to the depths of their own hell
 
ive been feeling better
still in constant pain
but I have noticed
small differences

like I can see better
with less inflammation
in my blood shot eyes
minus the sharp pangs

of eye stabbing jabs
that felt like a tooth pick
slowly inserted
and lower back screams

they have been turned down
from blaring hot metal rock
piercing my bones
with non-rhythmic tones

with dull pointed drill bits
and I dont feel like dying
so yes thank you Lord
I can actually drag myself

my body slowly follows
without praying for heaven
to come sooner than you like
for which I am grateful

Im also down 7 pounds
(3.17 kilograms)
and today I am working
on smiling from inside

to ease this depression
I shouldnt be feeling
but still am somehow
while I rest quietly

might I not logically
reason with my emotions
and just have them
as I find peace today

always thankful
our Father in heaven
knows exactly how I feel
deciphering my mess

cause he too can hear
the notes playing
upon my aching flesh
one sound at a time
 
my writes arent always pretty
sometimes they are too raw
or dont make sense to anyone
except for me and I dont mind
cause my brain released them
and now they are free to fly
away on these internet pages
like the random things they are
 
Is a religious movement when you take laxatives with holy water?

What did pirates call Noah's boat? The aaarrrkkk matey.
Solo-man liked to do things alone.
How did Joseph make his coffee? Hebrew-ed it.
How do pastors like their orange juice? With pulp-it.

ok so Im corny kinda gal sometimes...
 
what is the one thing I enjoy the most
this question requires a little thought,
but its something Ive prayed about the most
as it lives inside me and cant be bought,

its crisp with energy like a new day
and bundles me up safely with kindness,
this one thing is a gift I give away
whether happy sad or even a mess,

it is the most precious thing in this life
we need a daily dose of its magic,
but can slice me sharper than with a knife
as living here without it is tragic,

Love is what guides me to my contentment
and knowing my life has been heaven sent
 
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for all the poets no longer here
your words remain for us to hear,
they are sprinkled like the rain
maybe others will find some gain,

we reap from what has been planted
and these words are not for granted,
I wish many would post a verse or two
and add to the alphabet soup stew~

there are some of us that love poetic fellowship :)
 
thenami said:
for all the poets no longer here your words remain for us to hear, they are sprinkled like the rain maybe others will find some gain, we reap from what has been planted and these words are not for granted, I wish many would post a verse or two and add to the alphabet soup stew~ there are some of us that love poetic fellowship :)
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Via dolarossa said:
I’m on my way, Away from you, Coz love can’t thrive in smiles of lies, Here lies nothing good to remember; Just a dark grey blood slab between us; No drips. No pools of glee. Just some kind of morbid coagulation-splattered all over a back stabbed dress. With no love lost, I’m on my way.
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Hello thenami;

God bless you, sister, and your family. I've been out of the loop for awhile with Alphabet Soup Garden Varieties but read your poems this morning and it reminded me, deeply, what a mentor rock musician of mine once said. He said, "it's not the words in a song or poem, it's your soul that touches those who read or listen." He gave his life to Christ in 1985.

To me it's the love and fellowship that is poetic.

Hello Via;

Your post sank in and gave me this thought. I should always strive for reconciliation but there are times when it's best for me to love the other, get out of God's way and let them go. Let them go.

Just the same, I also ask God to guide me, whether they love me or not, is up to them. But allow me to move on.

God bless you, sister.



 
Those who write, paint, or create anything like music, do so to express themselves (sometimes with a sense of urgency).
Its not for monetary gain, nor any other reason than self release. It is sharing a personal part of our soul that is fulfilling in itself.
If no one reads me, are my written words meaningless? If no one see any of my artwork, is it less beautiful?
If we happen to enrich the world, no matter how small, it is a wonderful addition to the addiction.
:)
 
7859560C-A7ED-4E2D-B7BE-184C40B556EA.jpegMighty oak,
Just look at you
All your leaves are out of place!
scruffy yet lovable;
Unpruned by the hand of man
But not by God!

And Look at your fingers!
Reaching out to touch the day no matter what the skies;
And your claws are in hiding, a firm grip on the ground so your limbs are not taken out by the freezing winds.

In summer you stand cool, but winter wouldn’t be the same without you;

For how would we know Just How to hold to on to Gods Promises in such a way?

In grace and ease
Your body roughs it all round the edges…
And the animals snuggle up under the feathers on your roof!
Where would they be without you?


Yes, mighty oak,
You show us the way!

gnarled and gentle…

He made you so well.
 
painting pictures with words
on an internet canvas

this thread catches them
as they stick with God's glue

reaching across the nations
bound by His children together

in this place where we are called
to join together in fellowship

for the sheer enjoyment of it
as one body of believers united~

~love and peace to all ox'
 
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