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To Poetry
By
Timothy E New
But the path of the just
is as the shining light
that shineth more and more
unto the perfect day.
{Proverbs 4:18}
   
Bound
Obscure days seem endless
Many times a feeling of inanimate
Or its essence yet the desire
To live out weighs that hopeless thought
Disgruntled now as if I was
Emasculated by some evil plot.
Stifle, not I stand the nightingale
Sings not life everts fray to endure
This sea of madness filled with
Barracuda like creatures who desire
My very bones.
I beseech God in the heavens
Free me of this fold that ravege
My soul I cry Father in heaven
Hear this sinner emancipate me.
Clouds shift, wind howls, claws
Lift off my body the first time
I can feel empathy.
Timothy E New Copyright 2005
God Mold Me
If God guided my mouth,
I'd be a songbird.
If God touched my eyes,
I could see like an eagle.
If God touched my body,
I'd be forever strong.
If God touched my mind,
I'd be much wiser.
If God touched my hand,
I'd be a writer.
So, God You made me of clay,
to mold me in Your way.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
From Hell To Heaven
Though in my life of sorrow, so few gains
I praise thee, oh Lord, for making me the
rugged and strong. Though poor, I am rich
with God. For only through His blessing,
my days shall go on. If I was without Him,
my life would be meek. I sing my praises
for God to hear. He has blessed me with my
children. As I teach them, my life will go
by. For God knows if I did not have them, I
would be lost. Along with my teaching, I've
refound God. I know now, my life here on
earth, is like a wind, in time all breaks up,
will be dust again. My soul is with Jesus.
My life is eternal. I am immortal, no more
pain or sorrow. He wiped all my troubles
away. I'm in my new mansion.
Heaven is its name.
Timothy E New Cipyright2001
Gift Of Life
If she and he, wed as virgins,
blessed by God, only through
love, they conceive. Nine
months she must endure, now
with child, her body emerging,
only her husband comforting her.
They pray to God. Blessed are
they when her hour comes. A
beautiful child, blessed is He.
When she holds this child, her
suffering is forgotten. Oh,
happy is she, for only God, who
created man, can bless this way.
So, we shall be thankful to our
dear mom.
Also thankful to God,
for giving her to us.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Follow The Sea
Life is tricky as a storm, in
an eye of a hurricane, fooled
by all, calm, smooth is she,
not knowing of the tail, front
to back, turmoil for all.
Life, like the sea changes each
day. A course planned to follow,
but some storm may change this
flow of life we know. To take an
action in the right time, is a
trick of life. Follow the plans
of your heart, a man has to
flow with the sea.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Everting My Life
Oh Lord, help me, I'm trying to
evert my life. I evoke myself,
this godsand gives such sorrow.
I fray with myself each day.
Times fill as of inanimate, fill
de' clas se' murky obscure way,
upon my shoulders, weighs down.
My chest filled with such burden.
Contend to exist as myself, Jesus
sups in my heart. Children, wife,
love I, so tis' why I fight to have
my once loved joy for life.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
I Slowly Die, To Be Reborn
Life passes by, day after day.
Hair graying, teeth decaying,
wrinkled skin, the aging body,
weak, fragile, yet wisdom comes
with age. Life in time, transposing,
the old die, babies become men,
life's great circle in time. God's
return, bestows earthly life, to
heavenly nativities, nourishing
spiritual life, anew, in Christ Jesus.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Freedom To Write
Creating an image for all
to see, a painted picture
with words, so carefully
written, a energy to share,
showing an impression
forever to bloom on the
pages, colorful force, a
little mystery, tragedy or
love, the splendid heart
of poetry.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Life's Burdens
On my back is a ton of bricks.
My chest is filled with a burden.
Low to the ground is my mind.
Finances at an ultimate low.
Oh, but look twor'd the sky.
Even in my sorrow, I wouldn't
trade this little life of mine.
The children sitting around reading
His word, listening to understand.
Jesus has a plan for my life and yours.
Just listen to what He says.
My troubles to me are like mountains,
but to Him they're but a snap away.
In time I'll know how and what to do.
Until them my guardian, my mighty angel
will help to keep me from my sorrow.
No man or beast can take my God from me.
I'm trying and I pray God help me each day.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Money Isn't Everything
Though poor, happy am I.
So many things others have, I simply don't need.
God freely gives me eternal Love, this money cannot buy.
Beauty I see in each new day.
Looking to the mountains, with many springs of
fountains, wild life, glorious color, this is joy to me.
If I am truly in need, God will freely give.
Many times I'm feeling blue, but look, I do see
a rare bird watching me.
He is helping in ways I don't understand.
My little eternal glow, my spirit and soul, fills me
within, helping me along life's journey, knowing is He.
When my time comes, I'll be with Him, in my mansion,
in His kingdom, here money has no value.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Ole' House At Christmas
Loving Christmas
Wintery cold bitter wind howling,wither'd
trees look as lifeless.
Ole' house upon the hill,looks beatdown,
Inst' the walls, love fills air, remembrance
of Christ's birth.
Exchange gifts with thought of love, songs
sung, family gathers, friends conen' go,
felicity, kindness to fellow man.
The beauty, Christmas, the favorite time
of year, all greatful to our, loving God
and family.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Essence Of Life
The essence of life, "Christ"
created earth, heaven's all
that dwell upon it.
His silhouette made to follow
of freewill.
Eternal life or damnation, He dwells
in my heart, life, hope, He shines through
me, to help others in some way.
I'm not perfect, I sin, as all do, just
I'm forgiven, in this Lamb's blood
forever.
Join me, accept Christ, in your life!!!
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Fingertips
Feelings touch fingertips,
Amend state of mine, he
who fell behind, lifted, praise.
Cattle graze, no thought.
Food in jaw, beaver's paw.
Aura, pine, albatross fly,
perly sky, bow colors
lambent, embellish all.
Emulation, be best, meek
beings. "God", created
all, knows each hair, as
a flair, listens, watches,
all deeds done, in times
to come, answer will all!!!
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Dark To Light
Stupid is my name,
fighting the game.
A little whiskey,
to play the part.
Fighting and drinking,
only to show, a tough ole'
boy, stay out of my way.
My burden is with me,
just try and change me.
Crashing the car,
in total despair.
Remembering salvation
I'd slid away from Jesus.
In my dark hour,
calling on Him.
He gave the reasons,
life should go on.
I know now, without Him,
I'm nothing at all.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Lost Poem
Tis' I, so lost and forgotten,
written with pride, a message
divine in the writer's eye. This
book is open, read me, if you
please. I'm lonely here, if
jumping out could change your
mind, gladly I would. I'm a lost
poem in a book, my message lost,
forgotten, by all, for even my
writer, forgot what to say.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Gate Of Pearls
In life's maze, trapped gaze,
drift among nightly stars.
Lost u'mong time, search
season's, wind howls, aura
bitter taste, acidulous.
Spit, detest, await destiny,
go float, as river water.
If when life is over, hope
its journey finds this gate
built of pearls.
Within, angels sing, meet
one true "God"
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Flowery Blooms
A place burns in mind, the sap of a rose.
Lights my passage as a candle shines.
Life passes by happy or sad, petals fall.
Withered up rose, beauty lost, as time took.
Memory forever to be a blessed part of me.
Age looks harsh, wisdom memories grand.
Life changes in many ways, except baldness,
gray hair, infirm body, as if withering away.
Born to die, mortal body shall pass as a
splendid flower is to bloom.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Life's Song
Life's short, misery long,
Keep on playin' like a
derned ole' song.
Move my lips, yet never sung.
The wrong woman will bring you down,
Sadistic as a stupid love song,
only through God can we have
some sanity, sing, sing.
Raisin' children hard sone played,
with love shown by example.
Mom's-Dad's play so well,
As I look around see children
hurt, why, love is the key to life,
God's the locksmith.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Oh Lord
I am unworthy, yet you love.
I sin as habbit, freely you forgive.
I act foolish, you guide.
I lose my will, you show hope.
I am a mortal, you made a saint.
I forever wonder, how to repay.
I am indebt to thee, all do freely,
if asked, so humble, proud, filled
with thy spirit am I yet.
I don't know why you love, forgave
a meer wretch, like me.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
The Valley
Travel through ridges, frigid peaks,
torrid flours, burned rope bridges,
onward beseech to endure.
Vipers lurk in mist, foe many to
balk destiny, yet God above
as if a dove sends angels.
Guardian never seen hear not
in common Wisdom, protected
in pure love.
Forlorn feelings overwhelm times
He guides, shapes troubles forming
a knight fearless, nonchalant.
Darkness fear an ease, yet with night,
comes day lambent rays from above
little yet evoked in a lambs power.
When doubt cometh as mist, faith A must
"Christian" be strong! Call unto follow
"Christ our Lord". As no reason, act not
like a heathen.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
Surrounded By Love
Ambivalence crosses minds
trees topel, agnst amend
Goals balk forlorn thought
Acidulous belly, flows jelly
Attribute life's woes vastly
river go Bestow upon God
help free with a call. Burden
test being, Game of life, fame or flame
Listen Jesus sends nocturnal song,
Beckons all. Dirty deeds as mountains
high. Evil lurks about, emulation seems,
meek, reach a splendid peak, girthed
in His love.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
A Moment In Time
Curvy ole' road one lane through mountain pass
gaze upon glory as absolute essence formed
Each piece a part in time aged pines scrubby oaks.
Venture a foot into woods floor of pine needles
silent hope to peer at deer yet fear overwhelmes them
Man a disease thought as death to wooded creatures.
Stop give thanks unto God for all we rule
Wonder as in all sadness cometh
upon a soul as sneaky mist
Times depression kills balks minds leaves voids.
In that empty lost time yet time created all
Six days our world formed. Faith a key unto
a door no man can open, as none are worthy of this
As I look upon lands and seas none grow forth fruit
to serve or praise Almighty God as honesty, faith
trust major things of man died in a moment in time.
Dark days to come what then of man who doubts are
divine Creator one only God bestowed His Son to save
those who call upon Him. Jesus a ladder to greatness
pearly gates lined in jewels gold streets for all that call and
trust His name.
Timothy E New Copyright2001
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