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People of today are HURTING,
This is an ISSUE that is very CONCERNING,
It SHOWS in their DEMEANOR,
IT'S DISCERNING,
A HELPING HAND is what
they are YEARNING.

A SHOULDER to LEAN ON,
to WEEP and to CRY,
FOR SOMEONE to CARE and
to be by THEIR SIDE.

To VENT, DECOMPRESS, and
for YOU to LEND AN EAR.
To LET GO of FRUSTRATIONS and
also their FEARS.

HOLDING ON TO GRUDGES
FROM SO MANY YEARS,

The HURTING, the PAIN,
the LOSSES and the GAINS,
THE HEALING IS A PROCESS, but
The SUFFERING, IT REMAINS!!!

ASK GOD FOR HIS GUIDANCE,
HE WILL SHOW YOU THE WAY,
THE PEOPLE ARE HURTING,
GIVES US COMFORT, THIS I PRAY!!!


B.R.
Date: 6/8/2024
Jeremy Betts Apr 17
Should I really worry about every chip on my shoulder?
Because I'm far more concerned about this planet size boulder that's up there
Knowing it is, still hoping it's not a foreboding place holder
A precursor to a something likely to be far heavier
Representing a multifaceted, real and present danger
I know I know better than to say I can take the pressure
Because inevitably that's when you hear
The crazy train circling life shift and kick into higher gear
Elevating despair to a level superceding fear
No one gets to choose their final chapter
So whatever
Let's just get this over with if it's not going to get any better for here

©2024
KorbydAngyle Jul 2020
Key myopic moon daisy running chaffing ******* with the face of rules
Nothing's exciting about finding the weakness of "one" maybe in a flask.. rather
This virus is all day, it makes right choose left and the lost a stain of integrity
A huffy cough only happened askew Dr. Phil in sheriff attire presuming a blunder
What once meant to fly as in a plane and to sing through alto tenor was decorated movement
The fault of your energy is the agency that whips you.. and me.. next it's the ***** in your head that helps someone's breathing!
A loser lost little when listening and lasting of analysis of a great king... cajoling counting coveting cavorting..  it’s known of kids and everyone!
Hence, pony boy, coy girl asks of dinner.. what Zeus does voodoo isn't as nice a solution as the absolution.. arriving masks and soaps can bring to you and the community
There's trying chemicals for wives the best for maritime attack, ****! The farmer whose getlemens club extended the choice of free walk, might say, good work and give you a gravely Eugene digressive groundwork bed tuck
It's funded I warn! The challenge is dare to wiggle your way through parks and flowers as the time clerk mentions the meandering, from the sense of essence of your last wash
But for variations, we humor no other than blasphemy of achieved spy networking and castles submerged of the proving order
One rip.. a place turns chains of the attaché file into rains further
An ear then the lobes of our divinities could'nt've written of the discussion from the room from which the Covid 19 did start
A cage trapped with people wanting the Angel of Death and attentions cruising like bacon on a noble physically cooked marker ****
One stops  as a small panda not the mayor switching ringleaders but a guardian marshal with that frankly swankly lost yeah spankly ship sunk clanky evrybody who wins cankly be real addressed last punch
American cheese not with smoke as friends against fears face their inner tears that the hipper the shelf the easier the grunt as we take seriously that law about signals from the inner ****
However guard the world at a time when notorious raves and mechanics so true stood guard  
There's the placement plant for why it took place as truth just as you signals run but there's nothing there clear and far
Hammy gesture robots? Busted simply a thousand cots! What looks better invitations or forms? The real hash wagon might have horns!
Confusion be forward now  the possession was neglect!
Bodies in the morning as pigeons cooing deflect!
Any to hammer out the recovery aspects as well?!
Blame the glamour of autocracy for bad checks and now you can tell!
Colm Jul 2018
Like a beautiful window in a summer home that's now closed to you. And the only memory that remains is the last day before before this new autumn view. Unseen is the growing day of this memory between me and you.
Yup.
Colm May 2017
I thought about me, long before I became me. And though I am here, I believe, this is where I was meant to be.
Mhmm...I look at the clouds because they ask me to.
Colm Sep 2016
God is good.
He uses all things for good.
I trust in him when things are good.
And I will trust in him when things are not so good.
It's a good thing to know that he is good.
Or else I would be good and stuck.
A good-for-nothing vagabond or a good for little son in law.
Yet I am good because God is good.
And though I'm not always so good he's so good to me.
It feels soooo good that God is good.
Makes me feel good so many times.
It's so true, that God is good all the time and all the time God is good.
So good for you and good for me.
Even good for God in his complexities.
He is far too good and gracious to be.
And he's far too good for the likes of me.
From my new series: Concerning Life

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