Problems Bigger Than Mine? 8-6-15

"Whose problems are bigger than mine?" asked I,

Whose problems are bigger than mine?"

Oh, who can solve problems that cannot be solved

when the world is in such decline?

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A flood of deep emotions came

as I washed out to sea.

And drifted off, was everything

that I'll no longer see.

My business assets disappeared

behind those foamy waves.

My friends and fam'ly taken too,

my parents pushed in graves.

I clenched my fists while tears spilled out.

I swung them through thin air -

above the oceans of my tears -

for no one seemed to care.

I screamed in savage anger as

I watched those waters churn.

Depressed, I was, for all those years,

not knowing where to turn.

Who could begin to take my place

and not be temperamental?

Problems, financial and physical too,

so mentally monumental!

My life had fallen all apart.

I was a total loss,

...but then, I learned another One

was nailed to a cross!

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"Whose problems were bigger than mine?" asked I,

Whose problems were bigger than mine?"

Oh, who solved the problems that could't be solved

when the world was in such decline?

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Great Republican Debate, The 8-1-15

With crowd, ecstatic, you might think

that truth might finally win.

But no, the brag fest lingered on

in shallow, selfish din.

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The candidates deceive us all.

Pet projects, each discusses.

They came to this, the 'Great Debate'

in jets and campaign buses.

The smiles they wore were priceless, but

so sly, those hungry foxes.

And all of them were standing tall

on top of their soapboxes.

A bulging 'muscle' claimed that he

was strong enough to bring,

a welfare check to everyone -

for he was not 'right-wing'.

The 'fat' said, "I will throw my weight

around when president.

I'll bridge the budget deficit

until you're all content."

The 'hand' had interrupted then

and stated with a flair,

"I promise 'common core' will work.

You'll keep your free health care."

The 'eye' had seen the goings on

and interrupted too.

"I have a vision others don't.

You know the skies are blue..."

Then 'lung' spoke up so very loud

and said, "Economy!"

I promise you more great trade deals

if you'll just vote for me!"

The 'ear' intently listened as

the others took their turns.

"I've listened very carefully

and I have grave concerns."

The 'brain' said intellectually,

"I'll pass new welfare laws..."

then said, "Without me, you've no hope."

(He drew a large applause).

Now 'Rump' spoke up as clapping slowed,

"I have a wallet here.

I will secure the border walls.

You've nothing more to fear."

The 'nose' breathed something awful in

and sneezed out something crass.

"The dung is getting deep in here

and someone's passing gas."

The laughter carried on a spell

'til all was calm inside.

But serious, the issues are.

So many guiltless died.

A silence then, was broken when

a lowly nominee -

said, "Why are we so selfish here

and honest, cannot be?

Our rights are lost when we reject

responsibility.

Our Constitution is the law!

Where is our sanity?

"While some are selling baby parts,

perpetuating lies,

while money flows into their hands -

another baby dies.

May voters not vote selfishly

while those on stage connive.

Atrocious things are happening.

Who here is still alive?"

But he was laughed right off the stage

by old pathetic goats,

by those who memorized their quotes,

by those who bribed for votes.

The one who they laughed off the stage,

the one who they suppressed -

was honest, fair and humble too -

and truly was the best.

My poem ends with corrupt press

who once again refuse,

to give exposure to the best.

Again, from chaff, we choose.

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With crowd, ecstatic, you might think

that truth might finally win.

But no, the brag fest lingered on

in shallow, selfish din.

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Music Box, The 7-27-15

I prayed for peace,

I prayed for me,

I questioned God

to some degree.

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I loved to entertain myself

so took the small box from the shelf.

I carefully, the dust, removed

from ev'ry little, tiny groove.

Beholding it for quite awhile,

I cherished its antique-ish style.

Can this old box, this afternoon,

play once again, its pretty tune?

Familiar songs with tiny chimes

are like a poet's perfect rhymes.

I hear the clock, its 'ticks' and 'tocks',

then slowly open music box.

It's been some years since it has played,

but soon a simple sound it made.

Through tears of joy and tears of love,

it's grandma now I'm thinking of.

Though she won't sing here anymore,

her music plays as years before.

Her praises in harmonic chord

lift ever higher to the Lord.

The heavens call, emotions float,

on each and ev'ry fragile note.

But decades passed... so many years.

She's often lost among my tears.

Though mem'ry dim, I can recall -

her Godly ways, her life and all.

Her music box is all I've got -

and like my Lord, it changes not.

He doesn't change.  He never fails -

despite my storms, despite His nails.

In tune with peace and love for me,

God answers prayers so faithfully.

Before I place it back on shelf,

committed, I will humble self.

So blessed I am,  I praise His name.

My life will never be the same.

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As in the past,

God answers right.

I close the lid...

and hold it tight.

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This Wide World 7-23-15

Is this wide world a better place,

or have I made it worse?

Is my life something God can bless -

or is it just a curse?

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Frustrated, I so often am

when I help those in need -

because when they have turned on me -

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see thieves succeed -

and politicians turn blind eye.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see Christian seed -

'hawking' books or their CDs..

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when I see drugs and 'weed' -

killing off our naive youth.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when enemies are freed -

only to come kill again.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Frustrated, I so often am

when no one cares to lead -

like Moses, the great prophet did.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

No, everyone just seems to roam

where profits feed their greed -

instead to where downtrodden are.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

Who sacrificed Himself for this!?

Did our Lord have to bleed?

I pray today we're one with Christ.

I'm hurt, so much, indeed.

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Is this wide world a better place,

or have I made it worse?

Is my life something God can bless -

or is it just a curse?

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Without A Single Fear 7-12-15

While resting in a field of grass,

I pray, "Almighty God,

The breezes blow in constant waves.

I find it somewhat odd -

I find it odd that grasses bend

and give in to the breeze.

I find it odd that they don't fight,

Are they the least of these?"

God's answer was immediate

as I searched deep inside.

Did I move with the breezes too?

Did I have faults to hide?

Did breezes blow me to and fro?

Did I bend as the field?

Do sins of old and sins anew

keep me from being healed?

Determined then to live correct

in world that isn't 'just' -

I must live life as Jesus did.

Forgiveness is a must.

Oh, there's no doubt that I was wronged

and plagues will follow me,

but faithfully I'll follow Him

and live life reverently.

With elbow on soft, velvet grass

and hand against my ear,

while resting on the greenest slope,

my wishes disappear.

Earth passes now, or so it seems,

as I am resting here,

without concern or troubled angst,

without a single fear.

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