Day: July 1, 2020

DISCLAIMER
this poem is purely fiction, any character or happening
is coincidental and unintentional.

I’m going over the line,
Today, I’m specifically addressing Pauline.
The girl whom I saw and I was smitten,
The one who made my pulse race abnormally within.
The girl whom I want, to be mine.

Pretty Pauline I love your eye lashes,
Wilting when you looking at me,
As if beckoning me to come close.

Pretty Pauline I look at your lips,
And wonder,
What would it be like to just brush mine over them?
Is it saline?
Or silky sugary?
That’s a theory I endeavor to prove.

Pretty Pauline,
When I am alone I tell myself,
‘I won’t fear, I must tell her what I feel!’
But when I approach you,
Your presence is so true,
That it sends weakness to the only part I can use to convince you,
The tongue!

Pretty Pauline…

The problem is,

A small pool of love and I am submerged completely.

I forget that I’m not in an ocean

I take an overdose when I’m not supposed to,

I cross the bridge, even before I get to it.

I love too deeply,

I expect too much.

At the end, I get hurt deeply.

Problem is,

I’m susceptible to love,

I fall too easily,

I don’t have caution,

I believe in love at first sight,

And I love irrevocably,

Truly and entirely

I follow a path I just knew recently,

Confidently you think I’ve known it all my life.

At the end

I wish I’d thought twice.

Problem is I go too far,

And without looking back.

I believe in love without limits, 

Without reservations.

I don’t mind if I get lost,

What is love if not forgetting one self in a world of fantasy?

At the end I…

I have these prying eyes,

For every passing skirt I can’t help but glance and watch, 

Until it vanishes from horizon. 

Even when it friends, 

The order is the same, 

then follows

The probing, 

Exclamations, 

“Wow, she’s hot, 

” Or she’s only good for a one, 

night stand.”

This habit,

Or following with the eyes, 

One time I tripped and landed in a ditch. 

One even, I lost my way. 

I’ve promised myself time and again, 

That I’ll stop, 

But I can’t prevent my eyes from admiring

The undeniable creations of the nature. 

I bet, only if my eyes stop seeing.

©poetry-academe  

Today during my quiet time with God, I felt compelled to share on this blog some of the things I learnt.

We are living in what is an extremely anxious time for a lot of people. I am a suffer of anxiety, so I understand how hard this time of uncertainty is for a lot of people. I also know I need to deal with my anxiety so it doesn’t spiral out of control.

The enemy would love nothing more than for me to cower and retreat. But I will not. Instead, when my anxiety is rising, I turn to God. If I wake up anxious, I start my daily prayer as usual and I pray until the anxiety is faded.

I feel God is telling me, for my own sanity, to praise Him every day for the next 30 days, and stay off social media for those 30 days…

I may be a long way from America, but like so many others, I am deeply saddened by the death of George Floyd, and the rage, hate and violence that has followed.

Yes, we should be mad, and saddened by the ending of Mr. Floyd’s life, but the way some people are acting is not okay. As I watch the terrible scenes on tv, it just looks like insanity.

Black Lives Matter. So do the lives of the unborn, the sick, the old, the disabled. All lives matter because we are all made in the image of God. Jesus died for everyone.

So please, let’s all be kind to each other, and treat others with dignity and respect. We are all broken people, living in a fallen world, in need of a saviour. No one is better than anyone else.

We can do better than this. Let’s spread kindness and…

We are not called for an easy life, but to do all for Christ.

We might have to give up a little, or a lot, but we all have to sacrifice.

Only through God’s strength can we prevail, so don’t give up the race.

It’s not a sprint, but a marathon, so don’t forget to pace.

Thirst for Jesus, and His life-giving water will keep you pressing on.

Live in the Word and live out the Word, and you can’t go wrong.

The road is narrow and the trials sometimes long,

so to all my fellow believers I say, stay strong.

(c) Rochelle Sharpe. 2020.