Poetry by A Cluttered Mind

[normadenardo]

and the days flew by

excruciatingly slow

[Intercore]

On 3/6/2019 at 10:52 PM, normaclutter said:

What could have been

What should have been

Rarely is what is.

What sight I had

What might I had

Would always slowly fizz.

I lost my head

I made my bed

With this in mind I live.

I lost it then

I gain it now

the power he can give.

My life I give

My soul will live

within His loving hands.

Renew my vow

from this day now

my future with him lands.

So if you read

Please take my lead

and you will not regret.

Just take his hand

His purpose grand

He will not you forget.

It will be soon

Morn' night or noon

Though day we do not know.

But nothing lost

can pay the cost

if time can't make us grow.

So keep in mind

and you will find

it's right around the bend.

His promise grand

the promised land

and life without an end.

 

 

I think about this like a song... But for me one 6-line or 9-line verse would be missed for a full song, unless make a song with unique composition 

Edited May 30, 2019 by Intercore

[normadenardo]

emotions expressed

like flowers

pressed

tightly

between pages

some new

and fresh

some old

and ragged

some sweet

like the scent

of new roses

some not so

like the scent of

ancient secrets

aged and faded

bits and pieces

new thoughts

and old

baggafe

tossed around

rewritten

rehashed

stored away

in binders

and browsers

files

physical

and virtual

seen my none

and all

[normadenardo]

sometimes

I hoard

my sorrow

I keep it

to myself

I pack it up

so neatly

and set it

on the shelf

sometimes

a glance

I give it

and quickly

look away

and sometimes

I just pick

it up

with longing

for the day

but someday

I'll unpack it

and you know

what I'll see

my sorrow

will have vanished

and he'll return

to me

 

[dilip kumar]

Great would be the joy 

When you unpack your pack 

 

I can hear your yelling.. O boy 

And there will be no burden on your back. 

 

For we will have animal to play as toys 

And there will be nothing to lack

 

Just wait to hear Jesus's voice

And see all others wake. 

 

Till then we cannot make noise

But endure for the kingdom's sake. 

 

[dilip kumar]

On 3/4/2019 at 11:13 PM, normaclutter said:

You will not see

My aching

You will not see

My pain

I keep it

Fairly hidden

And tight

I hold

The rein

If it were

Somehow

Set free

To do It's

Bidding well

The temporary

Madness

No one could

E're quell

And yet

Sometimes

Thoughts

Leak through

Upon the pages

White

And stain with

Hopes

And memories

That never

Turned out right.

This was just amazing

[normadenardo]

On 6/12/2019 at 2:11 PM, dilip kumar said:

This was just amazing

Thank you ❤️

[normadenardo]

A finally finished poem...

 

 

Sleep my Loves
And rest your eyes. 
No dreams, no pains
To torment you. 
No sadness at your side. 
Awaken soon 
And realize,
I did not lie. 
HE cannot lie. 
Your sin is gone. 
Your guilt is gone. 
Your price is paid. 
While quiet you laid,
Until the day
HE chose to end the madness. 
And return
What was lost. 
Life and Love,
Peace and health,
Mother and Father and Son
And unknown one. 
I waited long. 
And it was 
Always
Worth it. 
❤️

[normadenardo]

I wrote this a month ago.

 

I keep my grief

quite hidden now

So no one has to see

That every single moment

He is not here with me

That lump it's still stuck in my

throat

Tears always on the verge

But I know people tire of

the never ending dirge

My aching chest laments him

His name is rarely said

And no one wants

to speak about

my son that now is dead

Those without faith

Won't listen

His family, friends abound

Their eyes won't see

Their ears won't hear

They will not turn around

They cannot see a future

Where he returns to me

Refusing to believe

My God

Has promised this to be

So I sit in the middle

'Tween those who see,

and won't

'Tween those who yearn for Paradise

And those who clearly don't

But my hope keeps me going

Though this pain stabs me

through

And mainly prayer gives

solace

Though hugs are welcome too

So 20 months have passed my

I miss him even more

It's just hard to say

Nothing

But with God I'll endure.

Edited September 30, 2019 by normaclutter

[normadenardo]

The other day was hard.

 

 

Coincidence

Chance

And

Circumstance

Life

stuck

in a Chaotic

Chasm

of Disconnect

From Family

and feelings

Inconsistent

Intermittent

Incongruent

Undeniably

Unfair

I cannot

Think clearly

Lately

Ever

Always

Just existing

Never

In a state

Of peace

Waiting

For the next Ball

To

Drop

I

Hate this world

 

 

(p.s.  I am better today)