Short Turnings Poems

You have never failed to comfort
When I've come to You in pain.
You've been with me through the darkness
In the sunshine and the rain.

Though the world has seemed uncaring
And completely unaware,
I have known you walked beside me
And I've rested in Your care.

I cannot know how long my journey
Nor the turnings yet to be,
But the long road leads to Glory when
My savior walks with me.

By: Joyce...

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NIGHTIME BEFALLS,TIME TO GO TO SLEEP
IN THE MIDST OF TROUBLE,SLEEP IS SCARCE
THERE ARE TOO MANY TOSSES AND TURNINGS
WORRY LOOMS
EYES ARE WIDE OPEN AND YOU ARE WIDE AWAKE AS IF HAVE HAD A CAFFEINATED BEVERAGE
BRAINS ROAMS

ITS AS IF THE CLOCK HAS STOPPED TICKING
THE WORLD HAS COME TO A COMPLETE HALT
YOU CANNOT WAIT FOR THE ROOSTERS WAKE UP CALL
IT SEEMS LIKE IT WILL TAKE FOREVER BEFORE THE MORNING COMES...

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Try to smile
Through each mile
This life is a free tour on a train…
Takes you here
Takes you there
Tempting to travel again, again…

Turnings you find
Tunnels profound
Train treads on topsy-turvy terrain…
Travel ahead
Turn not behind
Trace, in every cloud, a silver line…

Try to sing
Try to dance
Try to play trifles like simple flute…
Try to laugh
Try to love
This, indeed, is life's perfect pursuit…...

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I live in quiet meadows,
at turnings where you fain would stop.
Though admiring eyes are turned on me,
None heeds my pleas of “forget me not!”

And you, you walk (or run, or skip)
down your sunny path,
but I remain amidst the grasses,
through the evening’s light show and the morning’s bath.

And oh! I long just once to see
what lies beyond this field,
but you will not remember me
and my roots this ground will not yield....

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Struck void the will of intellect,
against such pondering, 
the injured spirit to protect. 
No tangled reminisce provides, 
Surcease to turnings 
of such tortured mind. 
Nor time-fogged recall 
that guide requires - 
So indelibly scored, Regret's cold ire.

And soul bereft of all hope of gain,
Forsakes Intention's road,
for one paved in self - disdain. 
And all the way,
the mocking laugher never fades.
'Sleep well now, in this bed you've made.'...

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Often when I sit to write
My mind will wander off
And I think of all the poets
The Soup has gain, then lost

I hope for health and happiness 
For each and everyone
And that they keep on writing 
For profit or for fun

I know life keeps one busy
With it's twisting and it's turnings
But I would like for them to know
We'll keep a candle burning

Although I did't know them well
Their poems spoke to me
And touched a spot within my heart
In camaraderie...

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The moon that eve brought was full
Enlightened grays, overwhelming dulls
Silence softened textures, once rough
Vibrant shimmers, quietly caressed.

Sometime simplicities, suffer obsessed
I sought your touch, a tempting silhouette
Seeking again to gain, a moments you
Too taste, too blend, and too know.

Still you heard not my approach?
Even as from swift turnings I slowed
My feet, as yours, bared, touched down
Although, the calloused experienced
Rarely feels ground....

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MY WORDS ABOUT THIS WORLD!

JOURNEY THOURGH THE WORLD,
IS OF, TWO DOORS.
WALKING THROUGH,
IS, JUST TOO SHORT.

TEAR AND SMILES,
LIVES, IN THE WORLD SO BIG!
JOY AND SADNESS COULD 
VANISH,
INTO AIR, SO THIN!

THIS LIFE RUNS ON DIFFERENT 
COURSE!
WITH TURNINGS LIKE A 
TRAVELLING BUS!
NEVER LET YOUR HOPE BE LOST!!
BUT STRIVE FOR SUCCESS AT 
ALL 
COST!!

BEING A PROSTITUTE!
IS NOT A SUBSTITUTE!
WHEN ONE IS DESTITUTE!
COS IT TANISH THE IMAGE, ONE 
CONSTITUTE!...

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