Thoughts...

Lord anoint my tongue, anoint my lips
So that everytime I sit, I wonder and I think
Let it be your words that I speak

‘cos my mind is a mess
But for your goodness
I know you can fix me next

Give me the words to say
To the people that come my way
As I go about today.


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This is a little prayer in the form of poetry. there are times when i really want to encourage someone but i don't have the right words. There are times when i feel that there's so much going on with me that i cannot even bring myself to talk to someone else about their own problems. This was just going through my head and i was thinking if God can just anoint my words so that rather than me struggling to find my own words, i'll speak His own words and they'll be perfect.....just the right therapy for someone's broken heart or worried mind e.t.c


© The poets voice~~~ June 2010, All rights reserved.

Bored

Bored.Sitting here waiting for time to pass
The steady , loud voice of my teacher
Fades away into the distance.
I see lips move but sound eludes me.
To my left and right are chittering bugs
All dressed in uniform.
Tired. Sleepy. I just want my bed.
Well actually, I’m tired of sleeping.
I want to do something fun.
Maths lessons,Biology, chemistry…dreadful!

The sports day is just beginning
It’s fun watching
People run.
The adrenaline pumping,
The roaring of hands as
The sprinter
Crosses the finish line.
The smile of victory
Sitting comfortably on his face
And the medal embracing his neck.

As the events come to an end
Equipments are cleared up and
Once more I find myself bored;
Waiting for time to pass
Until I go home.




© The poets voice~~~ July 2009, All rights reserved.
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This poem explains boredom from the point of view of a student in secondary school. Boredom exists in the workplace and sometimes even at home! It's summer so everyone get out and have some fun, don't be bored...God Bless.x

Today

We have a new start,
A fresh quota of 24 hours;
a new canvass for new colours and exhilarating art
where artistic prowess can blossom into vibrant flowers.
An atmosphere where we can dare to dream,
conceive ideas and imagine.
We can put right the mistakes of yesterday
and prune out the mishaps of the becoming bouquet.
Today is a clean page;
will you let the past out of the bag or put it in a cage?


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Today was my last day in school so in a way I've officially 'graduated' but I still have exams to write though! lol. Anyway I was thinking how I now have an opportunity to move on to the next phase of my life/education .The things I have done wrong in the past few years, I can correct in the years ahead. From a Christian point of view, Jesus gave us a fresh start when He died on the cross!.......................The message here is basically, to utilise today wisely and fully not allowing your 'yesterday' to get in the way!



© The poets voice~~~ May 2009, All rights reserved.

Trapped

Reaching for the door of opportunity
to find freedom
and break free.
The air is stale,
It is suffocating.
The 6 walls around me
Leave me in an enclosed cube.
I’m trapped!
The feeling that a Giant
like Goliath
Stands 6 feet tall
before me is prominent.
My flesh, weak and frail
Held together by ligaments of fear
Gives in, crumbling under the pressure
Of this challenge.
A giant within and a mountain before me –
An enclosure that needs a big God
To expose me.

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This poem was talks about being trapped, not only physically in a house or something but being trapped by your thoughts and memories.It's when you keep remembering the things you want to forget that makes you feel trapped!

© The poets voice~~~ April 2009, All rights reserved.

What the future holds

What the future holds,
Only time will tell
I sit and worry …oh, the stress
Even crying does not help
The fear of the unknown;
Constantly keeps me on my toes.
I want to know
What the future holds for me
Please, please let it be good
But only time will tell
What my future holds
God knows,
He won’t let me down





© The poets voice~~~ January 2009, All rights reserved.