The Calm Within The Storm

The Calm Within The Storm

Every life is a storm of turbulance;
full of swirling winds and sound;
laden with unending restlessness;
laying waste; appearing hellbound.

Life is born of purpose and consequence;
not meant as a peaceful vignette;
not governed merely by circumstance;
birthed through sorrow and regret.

Physical

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The Bully Within

The Bully Within

Nearly everyone has utter contempt for a bully;
only a very few, will allow him to slide;
we’d like to pull him up, feet first, by a pulley:
such thoughts, leave us laughing, inside.

And, yet, each of us has our own bully, within;
seeking those

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The Bridge From Despair

The Bridge From Despair

All lives are exposed to pain and sorrow;
and endless trials, so difficult to bear;
tho we always hope for a better tomorrow;
we often sink into the pit of despair.

Despair is the valley of the shadow of death;
a treacherous reality lacking love or

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The Greatest Love

The Greatest Love

Many a challenge, occurs in each life;
for which there’s no form of protection;
and, of all the various forms of strife;
I think I dread most, a rejection.

Words of love tendered to another;
whether by thoughts or deeds;
rejected; causing pressure to smother;
that

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The Prescription

The Prescription

When sick, we see a doctor or nurse;
due to illness or other affliction;
in order that things won’t get worse;
we’re given a doctor’s prescription.

A prescription is an order you can obey;
to improve your physical condition;
instead, you may think, “I’ll

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How Do We Love?

How Do We Love ?

How does one think the embrace of love;
how does it enter the realm of the mind;
does it come from thoughts, above;
is it only by emotions, defined?

What form of beauty enters each eye;
and messages deep within the brain;
what form of energy,

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Be Yourself

Be Yourself

Why is it so many, want to switch places;
do they covet another’s occupation?
Or, perhaps they think if they trade faces;
it might improve their life station.

Would all of us like to change who we are;
are so many people dissatisfied?
Thinking ill of one’

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Bullet

Bullet

I gazed at a photo of empty faces;
taken a great many years ago;
all, standing, dutifully, in their places;
Spring had erased all fallen snow.

A family photo, for a church album, to be;
scheduled, well in advance;
all felt great sorrow; none could foresee;
everyone held in

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