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dorothy-anderson
dorothy-anderson
American I think of myself as a natural writer. I'd rather keep it that way. Poetry, especially, is my catharsis. It is nice to have a forum to present my poetry here, along with those who appreciate the art. / / I also want to work more on short stories to hone the gift that was given me. / / How wonderful it is to create stories with characters that are very alive (yet imaginary). The imagination is broad and magical, if one allows it to be :-)
Courage is portrayed on the big screen as Rambo bursting onto the scene or John Wayne playing the tough cowboy that saves the day. Its displayed in all kinds of bravado like Bruce Willis in the Die Hard movie series or James Bond's physical prowess in espionage. These are typical, cinematic emblems of the ever invincible hero. Did those men ever cry? What happened to them when they were afraid? I once told my father, after my brother took his own life, that he should go to counseling. He had to be struggling. Like me, I know that this horrible news shook his world to the core. "I've got to be a man. I've got to handle this on my own".  He continued to suffer in silence. Courage may sound like a lion's roar, but I've seen courage through the unexpected--in meekness. Having boldness is asking someone for forgiveness, often years after the offense because humility feels like weakness. It's the courage to tell someone your wrong when you love being right. Most of all, it's having to admit that you're not as solid as you want to appear, and you're falling apart.  Revealing that you need help when you've done everything you did to keep the facade going, but the cracks keep popping up, shows more strength than any stiff, upper lip. That's courage to me.
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Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 12:44 AM UTC
Courage
I don't want to sow any weeds There's already plenty of them in the world They do nothing but choke out And crowd out all that's trying to thrive So I'll scatter some seeds here And I'll spread some over there Actually, anywhere and everywhere Will do the job Only the best will work The quality of excellence Seeds of Faith Seeds of Hope Seeds of Love That comes from the Father The ultimate Cultivator The original Gardener Some of these little life givers Will do their task and take root Not in the dirt but in the heart Let your heart be fertile ground Nurture those infant seedlings Make way for their production   And let them mature to size And when they reproduce Seeds of their own Become a copycat Become a seed planter, too That's how gardens grow and spread They fill the void with meaning People are like plants When continually tended to, We can grow well and thrive And become what we are meant to be
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May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 5:34 PM UTC
Seed Planter
Hey, fellow people There's something on my mind I've something to share So I'm going to tell you While also making it known to myself For I'm nobody special And I need daily reminders I'm no less vulnerable than you Do you know of the darkness? Do you know of the fear? Have you had those engulfing experiences? Have they put a strangle hold on you?   Stopped you dead in your tracks? Your hope scarce? Your life on hold? Well, there's a satisfying solution Where there's Light, Darkness cannot coexist. Where there's Faith Fear must back away I stand unashamed To speak of God My faith in Jesus In spite of living in a world That often scoffs For He not only gave me life He saved my life There is no better cure Than God's light And putting my trust in Him Soothing all my anxieties So where now is the darkness? Where now is the fear? This is what it is... It's dispeled
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May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 10:44 AM UTC
Dispeled
To each and every one that reads these words I don't know you, but I care about you You were made in the image of God No matter what you've done No matter how you feel about yourself That doesn't seem to amount to much Hear what I'm saying I'm not just writing this because It may sound profound No, I wish to convey this with all sincerity You were made in the image of God In your past, something may haunt you God can forgive, is ready and willing You need to do your part and Take it to the cross Where sins have been paid for By the blood of the Lamb Do you believe in the Son? To each and every one that reads these words Perhaps, you are hurting Perhaps, you don't feel much of anything Perhaps, you are confused beyond comprehension Take it to the Everlasting Father Reach out to Him He cares about you He cares about me He wants to hear from us A vital connection in prayer But it's up to us to reach out For God's reach is only a prayer away Not miles and miles and miles away His love is vast as the ocean Spread the message
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May 29, 2023
May 29, 2023 at 11:59 AM UTC
Each And Every One of You
The wolf is at the door. He's menacing, a hungry predator out for blood, out for a meal. Death and destruction are in his sights. He's looking for a way in, any weak spot that he can find. Make no mistake--he's a skilled enemy. There's no shortness of determination on his part. So he huffs! And he puffs! And he'll blow my house down! ...or so he says But I just called out his bluff He's full of hot air, And nothing more I used to cower at his threats Until I realized that our God is greater Than an old windbag An infamous trickster My house isn't made of wood My house isn't made of straw Nothing flimsy or cheap No, my house is built on solid rock On the solid foundation of God, the Father, Son and Holy Spirit The story ends in that the wolf takes off like the coward that he is. His tail is between his legs, for he knows he couldn't stand a chance to devour and destroy my home. Try as he may, he's likely to be back, again. After all, he's a predator. But, to reiterate, my house isn't made of wood or straw, of nothing flimsy or cheap. Is your house built on the Rock?
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May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 12:14 PM UTC
The Wolf Is At The Door
He never asks to come, and he never wants to leave. And he's really no guest at all. What he wants is to burrow into your brain, like a bad virus. He'd be very content to short circuit your hardware in your head. His ultimate desire, though, is your complete destruction. There're many names for him: The Prince of Darkness, Father of Lies, Satan, Lucifer and the Devil are a few titles. He is the enemy of our souls, slick and cunning, deceitful and alluring. He's no more than a thief and a killer, certainly not your impish pal in a red suit with a pitchfork. He'd love it if you never believed in him at all, just as equally as he'd love you to be obsessed with him, finding his dark, sadistic image to be cool and a counterculture phenomenon. I've been a target of his schemes because I believe in God and in the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross for our salvation. Being targeted goes for anybody that gets on his case. Too many people believe his lies, believe that they are of no real value or that God is either nonexistent or not good. So to my unwelcome house guest... you cannot have my soul. I am a child of God. Therefore, God has the final say, and He says that I am valuable, and that I am here for His good purposes.
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Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 4:19 PM UTC
The Unwelcome House Guest
Joy Destroyers: Holding grudges Unresolved anger Dislike of oneself Sense of entitlement Quickness to judge others Failure to see the extraordinary and the miraculous
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Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 1:05 PM UTC
Joy Destroyers
Rule #1 Don't write to please by writing something so above the ordinary and grandiose, yet at the same time writing something that's not even believable to yourself.
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Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
Rule #1 in Writing Poetry
It's a Wonderful Life (the scene at Martini's bar) 1946 "Dear Father in Heaven, I'm not a praying man, but, if you're up there and you can hear me, show me the way. I'm at the end of my rope..I... Show me the way, God." Same movie (the scene with George Bailey on the bridge, toward the end of the film) "Please, I want to live again! I want to live again! I want to live again! Please, God...let me live again" How many people have been there? Have been at the end of their rope? Have cried out like this? Were convinced that their life was over? How many people felt like George Bailey? I ask, because I've been there. No, life is not exactly like this movie, with neat and tidy, cheerfully, heartwarming endings. Nevertheless, there were some profound themes there. Our lives do matter. We are here for a purpose other than the daily grind. A fruitful life is God's desire for all of us, and we are to come to Him in the good as well as our desperate times. In a world that often seems so cruel and dark, we can be a light to others. We don't have to be someone special, someone that makes the news. I don't have any books published in the bookstore, or any upon a library shelf, but I humbly write (when inspired), and I use my God-given talents. We not only can be blessed by others, but we can also be a blessing to someone else. Nobody's life is a bad mistake.
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Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 1:03 PM UTC
The George Bailey Prayer
"Be yourself" But who am I? I might be just an act, formed early out of survival   Maybe, I grabbed bits of this, and bits of that Whatever role kept the wolves at bay Throw in a pinch of people pleaser to the recipe Pepper it up with a rebel with any cause Did I borrow this persona? What did I inherit? Am I more like my mother than I'd like to admit? Maybe I am performing Indeed, the world is a stage Am I curtsying to the audience? All the world is so Hollywood now We seem to be scenes in one movie after another PAY NO ATTENTION TO THAT MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN! ...Dead silence... Uh-oh, caught Hands up? Okay, I surrender! "Please, God, show me who I am"
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Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 1:53 AM UTC
Will The Real Dorothy Please Stand Up?