If Only

I was feeling about sentimental lately, and wrote a very long poem. Forty-four lines, to be exact, and I am still not complete. I thought I’d just share some snippets with y’all. Now, excuse me while I go wallow in my pondering mind.

 

“If I could go back in time and all the memories revive,
I would.
To relive each moment and its every component.
I would.

If I could have sopped all the clocks from their impending slow walk,
I would.
To let all Time stand still and let us do as we will,
I would.

If only I were the master of Time, then the things I’d said I’d do,
I would.
But all I have are only “if only.” If only, if only,
I would.

…”

Two Drunken Men

A little original nonsense poem that I wrote a few years ago. I think that the main reason why I wrote this was because I had seen how alcohol can affect one’s inhibition, making him or her act in a way which they would regret later on.

Two men sat on a bench. One gave quite a stench.
The other passed out,
Before giving the other a clout.
When they both came through,
They noticed they sat on a bough:
While beneath them swam sharks,
And the sky was quite dark.
“T’is you that have this trickery!”
Yelled the one who passed the clout.
“No! T’is you that hath done this tom-foolery!”
Replied the one who received the clout.
As they argued progressively,
They didn’t notice
The big, fat boughy
was shrinking with only a space of a hat
between them and the sea.
As the bough grew shorter,
The sharks’ eyes grew wider.
The men noticed it too late
And soon became shark bait.
But before they could be finished eaten,
They woke up for real.
And they found that they had been beaten.
Besides them sat a plate of meal.
They realised that they sat in a cell;
And within, there was a bell.
Presuming there would be no harm,
They decided to ring the charm.
After they had rung,
A magistrate appeared.
“What dost thou want?”
The magistrate enquired.
“We demand to know,
Why we’re in this pitiful state;
Are we to be served on a plate,
Or to be released quite soon?”
The magistrate departed
And returned with a scroll,
Which he unrolled,
And read aloud what it stated.
“This two were caught
In an extreme state of drunkenness,
Acting with great punkness,
Until they were stopped.
They had struggled
And would have have caused damage;
Hence, the bruises
And the bandage.
The two are to be put in stocks
(The one situated two blocks away.)
And not to be released till the next day.
(Make sure you put locks.)”
And, so, the two were in stocks till the morrow,
Filled with their sorrow.
Thus, we have come, of this tale, the end,
Of this two drunken men.

Clean Outside, Dirty Inside

While going through Pilgrim’s Progress, there is a very interesting sentence that Faithful says, “I have heard many cry out against sin in the pulpit, who can yet abide it well enough in the heart, house, and conversation.”

How true is that? How many preachers have committed adultery, theft, and things that should never be associated with a Christian? And, let’s make it personal now, what about YOU? Do you walk the walk and talk the talk, but there is a totally different story in your heart and house? Think about that for awhile.

I have been guilty of that, and still am! It is a constant struggle to always make sure we are doing the right thing. However, we must also remember that we do not do it by our own strength, but through Jesus. And He has promised to uphold us.

 Isaiah 41:10 “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” 

Isaiah 43:2 “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.”

This is just a short sharing. It is intended to make you stop and think. How are you living up to what you are saying? Do you preach or say one thing, but your heart is in total contradiction? Are you – am I – a hypocrite? This actually reminds me of a poem I wrote awhile ago:

At the snap of a finger,
Like a wisp,
Gone the flame –
Never to be seen again.

Like the grass, are the days of man,
Here right now,
Gone the next –
Never to be seen again.

You don’t know when you’d breathe your last.
Could be now,
Could be later –
Never to be seen again.

Will you be ready when your time comes?
Will you be ashamed
Because you’ve not done your best
To live up to His name?

The King and His Castle

Here’s an original poem. If anyone would like to use part, or all of it, I would appreciate it if you would give proper credits! I also don’t mind if any of you have any kind of advice you would like to give. 🙂

 

The drums were a-beatin’, a-tearin’, a-roarin’,
Announcing the arrival of ten thousand marching.
Over the plains their feet were a-poundin’,
Approaching the castle, where the king sat a-grinnin’.

“For two score and three years, the castle stood unscathed and unharmed.
At the end of this war, I’ll have the last laugh!”
Said the king to himself.

“Beware of your pride!” warned the young king’s father’s adviser.
“You just might be defeated, destroyed, and a-plundered.”
This made the king mad, and had him beheaded.
With his blood thirst a-sated, he felt more elated.

He pronounced the entire city off for the day,
To prove the adviser wrong and turn in his grave.

Meanwhile…

The soldiers were coming closer and closer.
For two score and three years, they had been the losers.
But defeat after defeat had taught them great lessons.
And now the nonchalant son sat on the throne.

They knew this was the day they would finally prevail!
What followed after was more of a slaughter.
The castle was caught unawares and a-nappin’.
And according to the adviser’s foreboding,

The castle was “defeated, destroyed, and a-plundered.”
And so was the end of the glorious reign
Of a castle that ended because of its pride.