Life in a Death Landscape | Poetry Writing Prompt

 

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This is a writing prompt picture today! Feel free to join! Please copy the picture, but be sure to share the photographer’s link – used by permission. Let’s push his art as well as ours.

Although these ladies are really busy with their own writing, I do want to tag two blogging friends on this one as I would enjoy seeing what they come up with. So, if you’re up to it, Ritu and Cassa, let’s see what you got! Here is my rendition:

 


 

I can be so negative at times,
Pesimissim seeping through the pores
Coming from toxicity in my bones
Old sores and deep wounds.

The soil is covered in death,
Soggy and dank,
Landscape of brown –
Wilting and withering.

The scent of mildew and decay
As I wallow in hurts,
Frustrations,
Failures galore; dashed dreams.

“Son, step back.”
What? I thought I heard a whisper,
But I’m here alone.
Alone … alone …

“Son, look again.”
I’m I going crazy?!
Are these broken leaves,
Stripped of life, talking to me?

“Get out of the mud, come up
And look with new eyes!”
Oh, Father, it’s your voice I hear,
But how do I come up there?

“Worship me. Look upon me.
Declare my goodness; majesty!”
Father, forgive my foolishness,
Thank you for your mercy great!

There is none like you
And you are the one my soul craves!
“Ah, see, look down son!”
What, there is green!
There is fruitfulness and life!

“Yes son! What you think is decay,
Is just fertilizer for what I am growing now –
The dank and murky water, springs of life –
Stop wallowing and see the goodness I make
From the darkest of days!”

© Joshua Curtis, 2020

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Glory

Here’s another old poem for you.

 

Glory

 

Have a great Tuesday!

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Tapestry

This home you’ve given me – such beauty!
No! You know you don’t deserve this place!
The designs, furnishings and décor of tapestry!
Remember who you are – you cannot embrace.

So warm and clean; built for a king.
A king?! No, stick to what you know!
It’s a glorious gift I can hardly fathom.
Because it’s not for you – it’s all show!

But He calls me to this place – it’s mine.
Isn’t better to stay where you feel at home,
But he has graciously given us much more,
No! You need to make your own shalom!

Father, this home is so wonderful,
Come back to the comfort of the dark.
Thank you for being so merciful and kind,
NO! Don’t do it! It’s too glorious; too stark!

But, look at …
Stop talking now! It’s built with light,
Furnished in such beauty, full of majesty
Look at your wretched and filthy plight,

You don’t deserve something with such tapestry,
Furnishings built for kings, a place so warm,
You sinner! You don’t deserve his grace!
Come back home and prepare for this storm –

It’s funny you thought you could live in that place!
Take my embrace! Yes this place is dark and dank,
But it’s our home. Remember your place; your rank.
Remember your vile thoughts? My how they stank!
Still denying and setting your hopes? I’ll be more frank!

Remember when …
No, stop! You’ve said enough…much of it is true,
I don’t deserve it; my heart is sick like the flu,
I shouldn’t long for such glory, but stay here with you.

But, like always you miss the point that’s so clear,
And you don’t see or perceive what’s reality,
Open your eyes to the beauty; dissolve that fear,
What you keep thinking is that all of this is about me!

Look at the King – the glorious One who gives the gift,
It’s Him you need to again clearly see and bend your knee,
It’s about his faithfulness and promises – He’s done the work –
The sin in me – you – I flee and trust His word; His guarantee!

My King – may all these voices be silenced inside of me,
Please forgive me of my sins I continue to choose,
All of you – here at your feet – is all I want to see,
In your home, full of peace, arrayed in such beauty!

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Journey of Words

As I embark on this journey,
Into the unknown I depart,
I endeavor to be smart,
Relatable and cleaver.
Speaking with pen –
Your spirit and soul, the mark;
Ink spilling in linguistic art.

I yearn for my words to sing,
Lives to guide and forge.
To your life I hope to bring Love & Light –
Majesty & Peace like a Lion and a Dove.
“God, shove my pen to the bend of your Spirit’s sway.”
Like teeth on a comb, to part the way,
I hope to make you feel warm, like home.

“Father, please allow my words to engage,
To be full of life, truth and be sage.
Stage I do not need, just for words like these
To flow with ease and for you
To take them to the ones that need them, please.”
On my knees, “May my words always bring you praise; …
I’m awestruck as you leave me left in a state of amaze…”

© Joshua Curtis, 2020

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Here We Are

Happy Tuesday peeps. Here’s an old one for you…

 

HereWeAre

 

Blessings to you on this day!
– NoblemanWarrior

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Heavenly Merriment

The night sky – deep and velvety –
Stars burning with great intensity,
Shimmering in song and dance,
Warming the chill think in the air,
Rumbling a great hope deep into the soul.

 

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Stirring a longing for those gazing,
But many know not for what,
Or for who, they long;
But the longing is ever present,
Growing desperate like an itch beyond reach.

 

blue and purple cosmic sky

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These Heavenly bodies sing their glorious melody,
Spreading merriment and peace – momentarily –
Into this chaotic chasm of boisterous souls.
If we train our ears, it’s the Angelic voices,
Still singing the glory of the born King.

 

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Overcomer

Overcomer 3

 

Revelation 2.7, “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who conquers (overcomes) I will grant to eat of the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God.” (ESV)

 


 

What I will miss most,
Are the stories your soul sings,
Filled with struggles, joys, blessings,
The overcoming of life’s stings. 

You bore an elegance of character,
An intellect sharp as a tack,
Joy flowing from your eyes;
The graciousness you extend had no lack. 

Your laugh was the best!
Joyous vibrations reverberating around,
Chuckles shaking your body through and through,
While the room’s atmosphere shook at the sound. 

 

Overcomer 4

 

Indeed, your stories joys and laughs,
Will truly be sorely and wholly missed,
And yet your smile lives on,
Through each soul your life kissed. 

Yet the greatest lesson that I have learned,
Is to double down in tenacity yearned,
To learn and grow no matter how life has burned,
To the righteous path, continued to be turned. 

Hardships can’t keep you down – this I saw in you,
As your soul sings, “And Still I Rise”, like Ms. Angelou;
And now, you are free, to Mt. Zion you flew,
And we look forward to seeing you when we’re all made new.

 

Overcomer 5

 

We carry your life within as we strive to win,
May we flee from sin and ascend the mountain. 

As we navigate dark days laden with haze,
Indeed, may we remember your laugh of joy, through the strife,
The truth; we are closer to God’s grace feeling ablaze, lost in maze,
So we, like you, shall be overcomers! Now GG, enjoy the tree of life!

 

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Rest in the peace of His presence GG! Love & miss ya!

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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“The Golden Age of Love: Ivies of ILYs”

Poem for today: 

 

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© Joshua Curtis, 2019

 

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W.P. | Installment 3 | “Gluttony”

Looks like I’m finally back! Hope you all have been well. I have missed being on here and seeing the amazing work everyone has been doing. I’m hoping to catch up soon!

I am going to just pick up where I left off, which was a Tuesday (writing prompt day). I got this writing prompt from my blogging buddy, Dr. Suchie. Her prompt to me was, “In poetry form, write about Gluttony,” so this is my attempt.

It’s good to be back and I hope you enjoy!


“Gluttony”

Stress,
Upon my mind,
With fists of fury,
Irately beating!
My peace it’s clawing, eating and gnawing;
A frenzied feast.
Blood upon his jaw;
Giving into this beastly fiend, as I smash more sweets,
My flaw!

~~~

“I don’t feel well,
And my weight, much overdue for
Forgone numeric fell!”
‘Come on, just eat another piece,
It’s just cake! This is who you are my friend!
A lover of sweets – just like compelling beats,
Peppery meats and epic feats –
Just get one more.
Besides, you have to feed that beast,
Stress will have his feast! AND, you work hard,
You deserve that extra piece!
Don’t be fake! That piece with extra frosting; partake!’
I fail, I falter, eat to appease my take
On being pleased.
Out of shape, breath wheezed
As I regret each wrong decision I make…

~~~

I’m tired; seeking a break.
This stress and heartburn
Are eating away at me.
I hop on social media,
See what’s going on in the world.



Just more toxic garbage
Being gobbled up in large poisonous portions,
Guess whose dating such and such…
Never interested me too much,
Blah blah blah; this is why everyone who doesn’t
Agree with me is a stupid, ignorant bigot!
“Well, have you ever considered…
Shut up you racist! Your only a product of
White privilege you white male supremacist!
Whelp, there the … Trump Card …
And to further the discombobulating stump,
Besides, I have more followers than you, so you’re irrelevant!
As I continue strolling,
Consuming preservatives and dyes, wasting precious time,
Even after my eyes realize…

~

Gluttony!
© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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Glory, King Jesus

Happy Monday (or Tuesday for those ahead of the game!). Here is my poem for today. It was originally posted here on 02 October 2017. 

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Hope you enjoy!



 

19 February 2016 | 22 February 2016

“Glory, King Jesus!”

Glory Lord; Obviously, Rightly Yours,
Totally – Only!
Joyous Expression, Solely Upon Sonhead.
Thankful Hallelujahs Ecstatically
Hailed – Into Great Haze;
Kindled – Ignited – Notably; Glory!
Opulent Faithfulness,
Abundant Lavish Libation,
Creation Raising Eager Applause To Incarnate One – Nobility!

 

© Joshua Curtis, 2019

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