Poem: Free Verse – “Prayer for the Small Things” #amwriting #poetry #prayer


Credit: Saatchi Art – Thank God For Women Legs by Thomas Saliot

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Oh Lord, thank God for the small things, 

The words and acts of kindness, 

Which help me through the day.

Thank God for the small things, 

Each day I’m fed, 

I’ve many clothes to wear.

Thank you that I too can be generous

That you gave me a Mother who taught —

Her daughter to be thoughtful, 

So I wouldn’t think only of myself. 

And even when I’m hurt and crying

I can see a silver lining in that cloud. 

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Lord, thank you for the small things, 

A life I’m given to live

No matter how battered or bruised

You’re my armour and you never leave. 

Your champions wage

Though the whirlpool may swallow;

You bring us through to the other side. 

New blessings each day, 

More than we need or want, or deserve

Thank you for the small things. 

For earnings, for caring friends, 

For a heart that doesn’t break when it’s bent

Thank you for love; however, small it was, 

For those who hurt me, 

So I knew then, what forgiveness was. 

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Lord, oh for the small things, 

That kindness could be formed in me, 

To kill the badness, the jealousy

Thank you for keeping him safe, 

For him not being my guy, 

Though I pray for him still, 

You keep him secure, alive —

I pray you give him faith

And draw us both close to you. 

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Thank you my almost love, 

Is not in the big picture. 

I hope he sees his wealth, 

His privilege comes, 

Not only with acts of goodness

But faith in God, in Jesus —

From his heart

If I see him again —

Help me to not turn away but to repair

So much is your power, 

You could change a man’s mind. 

Help him see he is lost in the law, 

He needs your grace to believe

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Thank you Lord, for the small things, 

My family, my friends, those I detest. 

My lost pets, my forgotten foes. 

Every man I felt something special for,

For the ones who hurt me deep and cut in;

I didn’t bleed out and die inside. 

I moved on, survived

I’m doing okay. 

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Thank you I was born in this day and age

Not one-hundred something years ago or more. 

For medical advances, social programs, 

And people more understanding, 

At least I hope

Thank you that one day, I’ll see you face to face,
Thank you Lord, for the small things, 

For to me they’re very big.

My prayer I give and keep in my heart

For your omniscient presence, 

For your healing,

Oh Lord, I ask and give thanks. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Free Verse – ” The Truth”


The following is a re-blog and re-edited version of an old poem I found:


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The Truth is as a pearl,

polished and genuine,

Gleaming in the waters still.

Deep beneath where the —

Light dances and shimmies on the water’s surface.

It is something taken for granted, something I gave up.

It’s became this hole inside my heart burning, seething,

Twisted and warped beyond recognition.

An evil formed out of something so pure.

A repulsive ugliness which strangles me.


I want to give you that pearl let it gleam in the sun;

Let it adorn a jeweled neck, a sign of hope on a beauties breast.

But I lied and I took our security away,

I lashed myself tight to seaweed, strands of purple haze, watery worries —

They will be my grave, they will make you despise me.

For I am broken soul now and I cannot turn around.

I am set in my ways, though I wail and turn wane.

You are the light of a pearl, the soft flick of ashes, your lashes —

The soot of my pain, as I lie to you again.

The scent of those ashes, that burning acrid smell;

Reminds me of churches, of a place purer than pearls.

Where the air is so still I can hear my breath wrack,

Hear my heart beat, find forgiveness relief.

As I cry in my soul, it’s forgiven but torn.

While you pray to nothing, it separates us more.


I speak of a heart beat between you and me,

A quiet place we rest, but you make me cry in pain.

Wound me, complete me, and I bite my tongue

As my wry wit replies, to the pain on my peaches and cream,

The  bruises the aches in my legs, to find no peace.

In that, there is nothing but the trapping of my lies,

The seaweed grief come to strangle my reprieve.

A word of love, taken back, a thought, perhaps, I care little.

But when I am skin to skin and feel,

As close as to anyone that I’ve ever been,

When I would give to you what I’d give to no one else,

You turn your back, you leash me, stop my attempts to train,

So I swirl in and out of this complicated romance, the jumper in the whirlpool.

The one plashless, hopeless because she cannot take back time,

Thinks you and the pearl that glimmers in her eye, would have never been,

Had she not minced words and told you:

“I feel nothing — leave me be;

I enjoy the closeness but you are no shiny pearl of truth.”


I see the future unravel, unruly, uninvited coming near,

Ending because you refuse to believe,

In the significance of ashes and churches.

Because I refuse to live in the world,

The woman with a pearl around her neck.

It’s chocking me, the truth, it slides,

A warm gold chain that clasps the pearl in place,

Tightens the pearl around me neck,

Until lost breath is imminent.

When will I say them, those impending words?

When will I say it I cannot trust you,

I cannot tell the truth,

You choose to do works when faith is needed.

You hurt me, and care little to understand me,

My lips seal the words, close them in a box, turn the key;

Pandora’s box ready to unleash this pearl of wisdom,

Perhaps, wise words, but there are no wise-men here.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Rondel – ” Thoughts too Deep” #wordhighjuly #poetry



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Contemplate and speculate, 

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

Searching within, why am I torn?

Decisions difficult await.

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I’m no philosopher ruminating,

Wonder without, within my core.

Contemplate and speculate.

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

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Thinking, wears one out, unsated, 

Answers true or some folklore.

Scientific explanation, something more?

Faith and the heart have their say made.

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Contemplate and speculate 

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What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

The problem: always, forever, having choice

Sometimes the wish to never think fights.

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Float away, grace whirlpool, without sight.

Easier to be blind than make your choice.

What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

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Is there strength in your heart, might? 

Or do you follow whoever’s voice? 

Let others think for you, make choices.

Choosing right, requires foresight.

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What is wrong and what is done right? 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – ” Opportunity or Risk? “


 

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So difficult to accomplish,

No safety net, for a small wish,

Do or die; have to think about,

Worst case scenarios on my route,

Opportunity knocks, dare I open the door?

No where else to turn, if I end up on the floor.

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Not the same for you, you’ve a net,

When you draw, you still have safe bets, 

A job to turn to, and husband,

On me if I break; in abandon.

How can you understand my unique situation,

Can’t depend on health, keeping me situated.

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I’m feeling great doubt, I’m unsure.

I’ve only begun, can’t leap assured.

I have to see the ‘ins’ and ‘outs,’

Before I can tell you what I’m about.

Darkness lingers in my mind, pressure I cannot define.

You don’t know what it’s like in my shoes, undecided.

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A gigantic opportunity,

To pass up, is it lunacy?

Calculated risks are fine,

Tell me where to draw finite line.

If I can’t do this career, and I’m not that into sales.

You see differently, maybe I can help people sail.

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Find a better life, find their health,

To begin, I have little wealth.

I haven’t been planing to divert,

My path in this local –invert,

Thoughts moving, teetering in changed direction.

Choices not made easily, self-reflection.

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Don’t believe I have enough wage,

Writing, my dream of life changing.

Can’t make living off of dreaming,

But changing wheels, believing.

New thoughts, career movements could alter future path.

No security if I go off, what happens in depressions wrath?

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Bubbling thoughts in my mind,

Jets in whirlpool, the sucking kind,

How do I be cheerful often,

How to make my shell, crack, soften,

I’m scared I can’t do it; keep seeing my fail safe.

So difficult choosing, God guide your small waif.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Words on the Stairway ” 


 

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Back to my favourite rhymes I go,

Keep the rhythm quick as we flow,

Appeares that writing voice is back,

No need now for all your life hacks,

The refrain encapsulates vision, souring high.

The grandest place to thrive, creativity cries.

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Incased in suits, all bullet proof.

Meaning of powersuit, not aloof.

Fluttering new wings of glory,

Touching heaven, sparks gold stories.

Raining down vocabulary, feeling prose.

Writing anyways in poems, how this writer’s mind grows.

Round in circles, form graceful dances ever-glowing.

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Phoenix rising, as he spins.

Diving down, prey on fish with fins.

Consuming all the rhymes precision.

No one can claim indecision,

Choose the words, that force you far into a whirlpool.

Round you’ve spun, twirling; time granted swirling jewels.

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Another verse rises, ascending,

Riding stairways, crescendoing.

Flying the stairway to heaven,

Lyrics, mana, and nectar; times seven.

Wings of angels, spirits, enchant; singing —

Back to my favourite anthem of life, song ringing.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Becoming Yourself


Today I watched this video on http://www.flurtsite.com, the online magazine I write for and often give you article links to. This particular YouTube video was about a girl who shared how she realized she was gay, that she did not just all of the sudden think today ‘ I am Gay,’ but for her being gay was how she was born and it was a process actually realizing her sexual orientation. While I thought she was really brave, what really got to me was how she encouraged other women ( and men) to be themselves and take the the time to discover who they are.

http://www.flurtsite.com/2013/06/how-i-knew-i-was-gay/

Now I am not gay. I like men too much lol. But what was most important to me about that video was the theme of self discovery, of becoming yourself in life. Do you know there are people now every where we go in life who are not comfortable in their own skin, who are so worried about trying to fit in, to follow a certain code or creed, to be something they are not? What is it they say, fake it till you make it? Sometimes I think this really works and sometimes it does not. Becoming yourself can have a lot to do with self improvement, trying new things, and sometimes just pretending; for instance, practicing self- confidence until you feel that you are actually self-confident.

But sometimes in life people are really just fakes. It is akin to girls in junior high or high school all trying to be like one another, to dress the same, like the same TV shows, wear similar makeup, and go for certain boys and not others. I mean who can blame them for wanting to fit in to be popular and be just like everybody else right? But as I remember there is always a part of you who just wants to be accepted for being you. But I think it’s not just the teenage years that are often fake; but sadly this phenomenon continues into adulthood. As I am almost 28 years old I feel that only now am I starting to be a women. Only now am I getting beyond this drama from young adulthood and feeling comfortable in my own skin.

By writing this post, my goal is for other people to try to do the same; whatever or whoever you are just be yourself. Let your partner and friends see your flaws and let your family see your flaws ( I am sure they already know quite a few) and just be you. Do not be afraid to be imperfect! We are flawed humans.

If you are like me a Christian, you believe that since Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden people have been imperfect. It’s called original sin. Down to the tiniest atoms of our body we are flawed. This is why Christian’s and yes, non believer’s too have Jesus. To save us from our sins, our imperfections, because looking around at the world it can be an awful place sometimes.

Another thing about Jesus is that he made us all special (the Sunday school speech). I have learnt that He wants us to be unique, to be ourselves because He has given us each unique talents, attributes, and flaws to help each other, and to praise him. We are made with our flaws all exactly how we are supposed to be and we should not try to just be someone else when we have our unique talents and gifts.Maybe sometimes being ourselves means following a Christian creed or being gay?

This is highly arguable stuff I am proposing but God’s greatest command besides to believe in Jesus, was to love thy neighbour. This supersedes his commandment against being gay I feel. We are born uniquely how we are and just as many people biologically are attracted to the opposite sex; some people are born LBGT. And these people deserve our love not our hate. The girl in this video in fact, had my admiration. She above many other people knew how to be herself and how to help others be themselves too.

Although, I truly feel like I am moving my way towards becoming myself, that I am myself, I am still moving forward. Perhaps, being ‘ you’ is a process. It is something that occurs while you are living and while time passes. It is based on the values we choose, the way we act, what we write, and what we say. But what I think truly shows our character is how we face our challenges. Those moments as a the famous Canadian poet Avison wrote ‘at the whirlpools edge,’ those moments that define us in life.

http://www.library.utoronto.ca/canpoetry/avison/poem7.htm

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