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Monday, January 25, 2016

A WORD CAN CREATE OR DESTROY

Words are powerful tools Some hot, some cold, some shy, others bold Some rhyme, some fly, some float Then some are flung so they just flutter and gloat I don’t know about meter and rhythm Nothing of proper poetic discourse I know words bring salvation and declare deadly war The same word dressed differently may deliver gloom or glory The dress of a word is a significant sound One word, many sounds they build up and they tear down Sounds of bricks being laid in the walls of life Center off... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

WHEN WILL IT HEAL

When Will It Heal He is dead, do you understand that? There is always an empty chair at the table There are birthdays but no balloons only lead hangs in the air And then....... There’s the day each and every year! The real day, the day you are forced to remember The day you remember in detail. There was wailing and crying And there were people, lots of people, too many people People I didn’t know, some I didn’t like There was wailing and crying He was in a box Lined with puffy satin and sporting... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Roses are Red

Roses are red Violets are blue Of course I will pray for you! Just ask It is no task I love talking to the Lord. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Joshuah Knew the Score

All has been lurking there for a long time Since before the foundation of the earth That was the time I was assigned to particular parents A plan was set for my life I had a choice whether to follow That still belongs to me and me alone All the talent all the color that make my eyes, hair and being They rested, waited until I was a being to receive them The same was with you, even the sound that is your voice Imagine he knew we would meet here on Blogit in a coffee shop, a bar or a church All... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

ALWAYS LOOKING FOR NEW MEMBERS FOR MY PARTY; YOU INTERESTED?

The invitation is open any day or night, come join the peace of it, come to my party. My party is not Republican My party is not Democrat No horrific changes take place You know all the rules; you have the book In my party, you join a family Yes, all your needs are met. Your joy is great even in sadness Our Brother David, said he had never seen our people begging bread or being shamed. The head of my Party does not lie He does not take away your rights He does not ask of anything of you that... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

HEAVY NOTHINGNESS

Falling heavy fold onto heavy fold warm butter covers each tiny recess covering all to near unconsciousness before I notice it is not butter, it is dark dank, heavy but of no real substance. Reaching the floor it puddles forming foundations for going up again for a firmer cover over the poverty distressed being behind the struggles of nothingness awareness pushes to maintain breath. All the strengths that give force to one’s sanity, growth, mobility, faith and stick to your guns spirit have been... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

KNOCK KNOCK

Ah I saw her today, you know the lady I knew, that one who came into the store I had I was blessed, another lady came up and began talking with the first lady and I was freed from remembering either their names. Most things and people I know are just that, people I know. Some cases are much better you can use a title and those are easier to remember, like my pastor, I can call him pastor I don’t have to remember his name. I sure wonder sometimes who he is. Now my husband and daughter are a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

BOZO, DO YOU KNOW

Oh do stop that Bozo pay attention to what you do you point straight ahead and turn ‘round and ‘round like some bubble headed clown It is best you run memories through your head over and over do you remember running along easily going from lane to lane and through the mall’s alley ways oh now my memory hangs midway trying to remember do I go to or fro never a dull moment all this is happening just while I try to remember who it was that asked me to call back and when was that? ©johna moody... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

IT IS FROM GOD

You want it so much You hate it with a passion You pay out the roof to get it You pay to look like you didn’t get it. I have it I love and hate it I look like I have it I spend a lot to keep it I earned my look It has its rewards It brought children along the way It added grandchildren in its day It has mellowed sweet love God alone allows it God put joy behind the wrinkles God hones our patience with those who scoff God has given me LONG LIFE - old age! It has its rewards It brought children... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

COULD YOU TELL ME THE TIME PLEASE

Once upon a time is my past. I don’t like to disturb it without knowing exactly where I am going. One’s past can be a sleeping monster? Then there’s that cool futuristic time. It is all supposition, design it as you will. Don’t expect time design to come to fruition. This time is the toy of imagination. Present time, what is it? I claim it as now! It is gone forever; another Millisecond and you have no present. It flies by at the rate of the greatest mathematical breakdown. Time Frame is yet... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?

I saw him today hand tightly crimped around brown bag covered bottle of Rum holes in his shoes and his red pants I smiled but he just snuggled behind a sign rusted and crimped I saw him alright, no sparkle in his eye just a painful sheepish look I wanted to talk with him and get his take on this whole thing is he ill off to the grocer I ran for a bag of sandwiches, cookies, bottled water and of course peanut butter crackers Back to the scene where I found him leaning against the wall but away... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Was It A Miracle

Some said it was a miracle. The car was totaled. It flipped and landed in an upside down position. Airbags did not deploy. Motor still running and a little girl hangs upside down from her car seat. She whimpers and clings to a stuffed lamb. Driver frees himself rescues the child, and unbuckles his passenger; the little girl’s Mom. All this time only two words have been spoken Jesus, Jesus. Help has arrived, one an Army Chaplain the other a nurse both had seen the whole episode. They were forced... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

ONLY ONE BOOK-AN INDIVIDUAL INSTRUCTION FOR ALL HUMANITY

Back there? Yes I see it could I see out here when I was back there No. Now it hurts. Why? I put pen to paper your face or any face comes across the page of my mind Oh no! Why can’t we turn to the back of the book of our lives we’re in the wrong book I have read the collective ending We each come with an instruction book before I could even read it had a plan I didn’t know and I made a real mess of things before I begged from a contrite heart asking for a fresh new beginning He doesn’t want me... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time We all know that was Longer than anyone can Remember or likely count Stuff went on then, lots of it God created the Heavens and the Earth Lucifer led an uprising took a third of The Angels and marched against God God threw the lot of them out Down to earth he tossed them They were still ugly and corrupt They made all they touched evil God is powerful He switched the poles Turning the world asunder, flooding it Freezing it into an ice age of longer than We know. It melted into... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

BORN WITH A BUILD IN PLAN

Back there? Yes I see it Could I see out here When I was back there No. Now it hurts. Why? I put pen to paper Your face or even your Face comes across the Page of my mind Oh no! Why can’t we turn to the Back of the book of our lives We’re in the wrong book I have read the collective ending We each come with an instruction book Before I could even read it had a plan I didn’t know and I made a real Mess of things before I pleaded From a contrite heart asking for A fresh new beginning He doesn’t... Sign in to see full entry.

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