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 Jul 2019 mickey finn
ryn
Revive
 Jul 2019 mickey finn
ryn
I proffer words
in an apology.

In hopes
they may turn the tide.

Akin
to the release of white doves.

So I might revive
a notion that’ve died.
 Jul 2019 mickey finn
Jonna
I lay here just to pass the time by
Imagining for a second what it’d be like to fly

Music so deep under my skin
No one understands, it’s a blessing and a curse to live in

So deeply rooted in the flesh of my being
Pull me away, rip out this passion and I’m just not being

Wanna scream out these notes inside
A melody without a harmony, I’ve died

I feel so beautiful when I’m alone
But when people are looking my feelings are unknown

Even to me, this music screams
Read between the lyrics, behind the scenes
 Jul 2019 mickey finn
Nadia
Remedies
 Jul 2019 mickey finn
Nadia
Huggles and snuggles
To get through the struggles
Spooning and mooning
When the heart needs fine-tuning

Moaning and *******
To relieve the worst itching
Dreaming and hoping
For balancing the moping

Running and jumping
When plasma needs pumping
Wishes and kisses
To ease the near misses

Singing and dancing
When life needs enhancing
Making and creating
For the soul’s validating


NCL July 2019
In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.

Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.

All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.

Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.

God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!

As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.

Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.

Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!

How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty

To shine forevermore
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I'm going through some very difficult physical trials. Rather than complain I'm writing about them. We all have something in our lives to heat us up, so to speak. We can get bitter, or we can get better. I choose the latter. My faith really helps. It is my hope that you will find this Faith is as well. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡
Peace
In the laughter
Of my sister’s daughter.
The ringing singing
Of playtime.

Peace
In the squealing
of my sister pushing her son
In his wheelchair
As they play tag
With his siblings.

Peace
In the scolding
In the fussing
As my niece has her hair brushed,
In the tears as bedtime is declared.

Peace
In my brother-in-law
Racing his two oldest
Down the sidewalk
To the playground.

There is peace
In this home.
Safety in the discipline,
Kindness in the scolding,
Love in the story time.

Peace
In the home
My sister built.
I've had enough
of the words of rhyme
Locked away behind
the bars of stanzas
doing time

All the hopes
and wanna be dreams . . .
Just more nightmares
with chilling screams

No I had it !
and I don't want anymore
I don't want someone knocking with words to implore

Go take your metre ,
Yellow pencils number four
I don't want to hear you
knocking on my door

You can go post
and share with the world
Shelly , Keats , Byron . . .
They all make me feel sterile

A sonnet for your bonnet
Haiku for beret
You can put a quill to it
Go have your good Shakespearean
day
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