I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

She sings of joy
and the protection it brings.

As out in the yonder of sun-drenched fields
she remembers the danger of forgotten raids and pillages demented minds do yield.

She smells the blood from war-drenched soils.

She hears the cries when they divided spoils.

She feels the pain of reigning fists
that violence in love professes as bliss.

The kisses she missed,

if you insist,

belongs to ravages that blistered her privates and scarred her flesh.

Yes, from these she fled.
She's considered blessed.

For now the painful thoughts are healed.
She's found a Savior. She's has a hope.

With life's constant dangers, she now can cope.

Though all these crimes were not always mine, I suffered the news. My eyes not blind.

Yet, now I have Good News to tell
across steep mountains
in deserts and valley
where the rivers do swell

around the globe
I'd joyfully sing or yell
to All Who Suffer:

All Will Be Well!

Write a poem for contest The Caged Bird
Tell me what your cage is. Is it another person, a relationship, a place... maybe your own mind and heart.

What is it like being the caged bird? Write about your song.

Do you look for a way out, dream of a different life, or sing at the top of your lungs about freedom, about that grave of dreams?

Rules:

Metaphors, creativity, and imagery are all desired.

Nothing obscene or explicit.

Reference Maya Angelou's "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings".
Use proper grammer, punctuation, and capitalization. http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2015323#h=10:0-11:757© 3 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope • love • spiritual

My Shine

My Shine

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

In paths of fire, ice, or cold
words of hate, ignorance, said bold
my mind races to deride
yet tongue in wisdom I do hold.

Since
"In showing Honor"
One takes "the Lead."

Loving
through

Fine words then deeds
first applied to loyally heed,
truly performed
heals hearts in bleed.

50 words “In showing honor to one another take the lead,” states Romans 12:10. Write a poem for contest Word Prompt - Honorable
Describe for me what it looks like when YOU are being Honorable!

No adult/erotica  No more than 50 words

Word prompt: Honorable  Have fun!!  *cheesy smile*© a day ago, Lucretia Mccloud   

"Please ... Grab Hold of the Anchor!"

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright )

You stand, sit, or lay
on sinking sand,

except
it's not quick

And a twilight descends.

The sheerness of your skin
fails to defend you against caustic elements.

No one to hold you; enfold you or even scold you for....

The cold takes control of your senses.

Your mind's eyes,
looking inward

not out,

incapable of defining any definite lines
of rational

Reasoning.
Shut down

Normal natural desires

Forsaken

as a river rises; higher; higher;
then rises higher more--
sadly

from tears of your own making.

They begin to swirl.
Capsuled you are

Pulled into the whirl without a tornado wind to spin you, at least, outward.

Instead the doubts:

deep, dark, bottomless
cesspools

filled with those sucked in before

Weighted with worries

loss of love or
sudden livelihood;

Constant heavy
loneliness;

Those who dove in:

righteous extremists;

Freedom fighters

Or those who just stepped in seeing no viable future.

And now

You

are drowning
with no apparent fight.

Please ...

"Grab Hold of the Anchor!"

Let the Light
from Truth
                             ...............lead you ashore.

Since True...

sometimes this life's seems not worth living.

Yet a "Real Life"
Our Maker purposed.

Live...for This He has in store.

No ... we are not talking heaven,

although a few selected
must die to enter that door.

But endless peace on earth
God promised.

He can not lie ... "It is impossible!"
And Everlasting He Is--

Isn't that incredible?

So when he says:
Infinite
Perfect Life

for Obedient Mankind To Be Restored ...

Isn't this worth a
"climb aboard?" from an extended hand.

(An anchor trusted for sure.)

Sincerely
Your Creator

Your Loyal and True
Loving Friend. 

© Lucretia Mccloud, 2 hours ago

Recently I hosted a contest for KC & TOM. KC is beautiful & all that love means in this world. I was shown that last week when my bipolar disorder was out of whack and I became very suicidal. Dealing with her own battles, she put them aside & came with our friend Daisy to save my own
life.

This contest is ti thank Daisy & KC & TOM who are all three struggling with very real hardcore life stuff but put themselves second, drove across three towns & two counties to save a life most deem unfit.
WHEN You feel like giving up.... http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102012006?q=suicide&p=par Why Go On ... Three Reasons To Keep Living http://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/g201404/ What You Should Know About Mental Disordershttp://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/g201412/ Based also on: Rev. 21:3, 4; Eccl. 1:4; 2 Pet. 3:13, 14; Heb. 6:17-19

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For These I Weep *
by
Seah Greenhorn

While

My Precious,                              
My Beautiful One

SLEEPS,

Shrouded

In Such Blueness,

Azure
Blueness
                                       
Of Sky;
Of Sea,

For Me? . . . .                                                

I Weep.

*

In Memory,          
My morning?

Apples; Oranges; Watermelon—              

A Rainbow!

Bountiful                                          Fruitage                                       Delicious!                                                  

Till . . . .                                                        

Past FRUITS                                      SPEWED                                                 VIBRANT and VIOLENT

In Bow!

BURST
Forth                                        
My Bounty

Over

The bow!                                        

A Sea                                                     SO Fierce—
                                     Terrifying!!!                                    

Through                                                    Black                                                 Moonless Night                          

ENDLESS                                                    

I Weep.

*

While

My Precious,                              
My Beautiful One

SLEEPS,

Shrouded

In Such Blueness,

Azure
Blueness                                      

Of Sky;
Of Sea,

For Me? . . . .                                                

I KNEEL.

*

Before

The Window                                        Veiled
Shadows, Whispers, Sighing—

My world.

My life?

Limp; Listless like
Tropical curse. . . .

Sprue?                                                  

Till . . . .                                                      

Past PROMISES,                PROCLAIMED—
Even
Reclaimed

Bubbles and Bowl me
Over!                        
In Joy!

BUOYS
Forth                                        
My Heart;
                               OVERJOYED!                                          

A Light,                                                       SO Bright—
                                Frightening!!!                                

Through                                                 Black                                              
Moonless Night                            

ENDING?                                                    

I Weep.                                                  

Yes!                                                        
For THESE

I  Weep.                                                                                                        

(Based on Lamentations chapter 3; Ecclesiastes 9:5, 10; Acts 24:15 and Mark 5:35-43)

Circles

Circles

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with Copyright)


Round and round.

Amber the color
circles the rim;

twirling
memories

with a mellow sip and swirl.

Ferris wheels.

Way high to the sky.

Never coming down!

Down.

Down. . .

swaying feet
touching, not touching

unstable

dirty

tan and brown
gravelly ground.

But amber,

again she lifts me up;

takes me higher.

Higher.

Higher.

Red. Red.
Luscious red.

Yellow. Yellow.
Spinning yellow

lights.

Then hurtful ...
in purple.

I exit blue. . .

flat on my back

for a brief second
I swat at the pain;

squirm in the wetness

dripping;
slipping

cold

from my eyes; thighs.

How I lie

in the blackness

looking at
thick shoes.

Brogues.

Heels too?

Faces not amused.

I insist ...

"NOT this time. It's not booze! I'm hurt!"

The heels
pivot in spin;

click away.

In a furious wind
I heard her say:

"This time I choose."

Giggling, snickering,

I think:
"You lose!"

(Though

I suddenly

Lost--

my green money
boss.)

Based on: Proverbs 23:29-35.

Also, enjoy the following article: Hints For Living A Satisfying Life

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102000123?q=alcohol+abuse&p=par

 

SLANDER

Slander

by

Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Opposers

Slander,

PURE and SIMPLE.

But

TRUTH

Endures;

Rises

Above,

Beyond!

In its

Ascent

Uncloaks

distorted

ugly

schemes--

themes

somewhat

concealed

in equally

contorted/

crippled

frames.

Their

saddened

Brains,

Always

Contriving.

Shamed,

Shameful,

they

proclaim fables

to

Disguise

their lack of

Beauty,

their

Unable-

ness.

Maybe.

LIES

Only

Blanket

their

HATRED,

which covers

the skin

of their

Envy,

Buried

Within--

A

Thin

Breathing

UNENTITLED

Shield

of

Arrogance,

This

Cultivated

Veneer,

Until

The

Bright

Light

of

Clear

Proof

Shines

Brilliantly.

Reveals

the

aged lines

of their

bitterness,

of

their anger,

of

their

DYING,

though,

Already

Dead

in their

Hearts.

Yes,

also

tragically,

Decaying

in

their

Heads.

Based on: 2 Cor. 4:4; John 12:31; 1 John 2:17; Ps. 39:1; Ps. 119:172.

An Everyday Woman's Scare ... revamped

An Everyday Woman's Scare

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

An Everyday Woman's

Fundamental

Desire
is:

To Please,

Ease the needs

of others,

which

at times,

Propells
her
 forward

Facedown

in puddles

of tears

of her own

making.

Humiliated
and
Angry,

banged up,

battered and bleeding

due

to tripping

after

Juggling

Difficult

personalities,

Jobs multi--

Never ending.

Stressed;

Uncomfortably dressed,

as calories stretched the permanent press

of dingy grey.

UNDER

duress

She prays

to hear

from familial dears:

"Thank you!"

"May I help you?"

"Let me

Relieve

You

of that...--"

Groceries.

Not the car keys

And

these

Words

Only:

Did you forget the cheese?"

as little ones hang on;

 sneeze

again and again.

"Did you bring us from school

a loathsome new disease?

Jeez!"

She rolls over;

Picks herself up;

Swipes at her eyes

as she endures

this reoccurring

Dream.

The Nightmare.

She's

squeamish

day in and day out,

Heartbroken

With

No one

Actually

There.

Her Home

Bare

of

Anyone

For whom she Can care.

Based on Proverbs chapter 31.