Be Patient

Be Patient

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Tap. Tap. Tap.
My fingers on the wheel.

OMG! O my goodness!
Be patient still?

Really,
I can honestly squeal!

But, wouldn't that be childish?

I am an adult... at will.

But, why must I always wait

patiently?

It's a
Beautiful quality
Godly inspired
and lovingly

instilled.

And if not adhered to
in our society

we may just be killed.

https://www.jw.org/finder?docid=1011214&item=pub-pk_E_21_VIDEO&locale=en&appLanguage=E&prefer=content&srcid=share  © 22 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    humor • teen • society • spiritual

Eternity!

Eternity!

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

With a body beautiful

as it naturally can

be

free to bend my mind

to internal qualities

peaceful

as I dance ballet

a swan graceful as days do spin into

golden years,

yet limber limbs

that mothered many

still sing lullabies to great grands

playing among lions, bears

without a scare

and thoughtful parents

not anxious

without stress and cares about

what do they eat and what shall they wear

since the Creator provides an endless supply

of crystal rivers and mountains high

among clouds to rain

but most to shine

to scale in leisure

or simply to watch in comforting recline

to feel each breeze with family

and friends

gathered to sample wines

to dine and speak

and catch up on centuries

at ease between

the endless days

in which we work, and learn and play.

Lovely forever.

In love with life endless.

Eternally.

Always.

What God's Kingdom Will Do

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2000764?q=forever&p=par

Eternity

Eternity - how would you like to spend it?  For myself, I find it hard to imagine any one thing I would care to do forever.  If I had eternity, I would probably want to try EVERYTHING at least once!  That's just me; I want to know how YOU would wish to spend it!

Any form will do, although I prefer rhyme, and over 30 lines seems an awful lot of reading to me!

  ©  Lucretia Mccloud    family •friendship • hope • love • nature

Bullied

Bullied

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Since man's beginning
a predator traversed our glorious land.

Wickedness he's spread
inside the hearts of women and men
a lust,

an inborn weakness does demand
that power taken
emboldens them

that they must
elevate, thus prove their worth.

So victims are sought
for them to rule.

They thrust whatever they garner into the till

(Gathered from whatever means necessary;
illegal more their enjoyable way.)

until manipulated
the prey

into abdicating their own free-will
under extreme coercion. A need for prayer
to endure. A feeling of delay... felt for sure.

As each day ends with fear of slay.

Since, the predator set out traps,
decoys and blocks
to corral and control any which catches the eye so bold
as done, in fantasy mimicking life and fact,
to our dear little Goldie locks.

A wolf always persecutes flocks.

Prevails over them with despicable and heinous deeds. Preventing these abused ones ability to proceed.

These supposedly weak ones they stalk,
as if being paid, for that opportune and special day
to bind the soul for dangerous play.

A sport entangling an innocent fawn
or any other unsuspecting one
unfortunate enough to be in their
perverted way.

*

i see you everywhere you stand
sit, while using the can.

you thought you ran far enough away
into the darkness during the day
turning off lights as if that works

my camera lens highlight your every
crack and crevice and even bend

your once cleanliness
before

depression
wallowed you
in stagnant dirt.

you cannot win.
i am your shadow.

you have no friends
enough
to save your hide.

within your realm i do abide.

and as you travel to work
i still see
travel along with you with technology
used

means
no way out.

you will submit. i have no doubt.
you can't refuse, though you may shout and cry
then rant and rave.

just crotch in fear
then slowly die or quickly. i'm up to the game.
it's just the same;

your mind will wither
i promise you. they will not believe
what you say is true. you know not
even all of our names.

keep up the fight. it enlivens the thrill.
the joy of watching before the kill.

I know you see my every move.

At first defenseless, I did fear
to lose my mind, my life.

My every second filled with stress
since planted within my comfort zone
devices electrifying my home

and strife engendered between me and my own family
to disable relief

dispelling peace.

You won't leave me and mine alone.

The terror felt I won't pretend. 
But now in strength I must defend a courage dealt from heaven sent
to deep inside 

will help me rent the fear in two.
Survival instincts also will pull me through.

Until the time when He does choose
from me your victim to remove
I've gained a strength to daily endure.

My days may be numbered, but one thing's for sure
your days are numbered too

for justice and love
always win when motives shown are righteous;
pure.

Yes,
predator's ends?

Long overdue!

Predator vs Prey
Here are some pics to help inspire you.

Good luck to all. Remember, meditate on this. Use the tools actors use, called METHOD ACTING. You will not only embody either predator or prey - you will become that which you choose. You are all fine writers, now I want you to think outside the box and become something else. Be very descriptive, with details As I read it, I want to become your subject and experience the hunt or the hunted. Now get into character and write with a fine brush - make it feel real.

"The Devil has come down to you, having great anger, knowing that he has a short period of time.”" Rev. 12:12.  © 15 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual • teen • misc • society •sad